'There's no use in shamming, sir,' said he.
'This lady and I have run away, and her father's after us: road to Gretna, sir.

And here have these nincompoops spilt us in the ditch and smashed the chaise!' 'Very provoking,' said I.
'I don't know when I've been so provoked!' cried he, with a glance down the road, of mortal terror.
'The father is no doubt very much incensed ?' I pursued civilly.
'O God!' cried the hawbuck.

'In short, you see, we must get out of this.
And I'll tell you what--it may seem cool, but necessity has no law--if you would lend us your chaise to the next post-house, it would be the very thing, sir.' 'I confess it seems cool,' I replied.
'What's that you say, sir ?' he snapped.
'I was agreeing with you,' said I.

'Yes, it does seem cool; and what is more to the point, it seems unnecessary.

This thing can be arranged in a more satisfactory manner otherwise, I think.