How about it if he deferred his decision until the stage was leaving?
Mr.Cleggett consulted his bookings and was of the opinion that his chances would not be good; and Carrington hastily paid down his money.

Later in the privacy of his own room he remarked meditatively, viewing his reflection in the mirror that hung above the chimneypiece, "I reckon you're plain crazy!" and seemed to free himself from all further responsibility for his own acts whatever they might be.
The stage left at six, and as Carrington climbed to his seat the next morning Mr.Cleggett was advising the driver to look sharp when he came to the Barony road, as he was to pick up a party there.

It was Carrington who looked sharp, and almost at the spot where he had seen Betty Malroy the day before he saw her again, with Ferris and Judith and a pile of luggage bestowed by the wayside.

Betty did not observe him as the coach stopped, for she was intent on her farewells with her friends.
There were hasty words of advice from Ferris, prolonged good-byes to Judith, tears--kisses--while a place was being made for her many boxes and trunks.

Carrington viewed the luggage with awe, and listened without shame.