The fly was there, and the lame ostler holding the horse; but the provoking driver had gone back for his coat.
'Please, sir, Mr.Tudor says as how you're not to go just at present, but to wait ten minutes till he be ready.' Neverbend looked at the man, but he would not trust himself to speak.

Wait ten minutes, and it now wanted five-and-twenty minutes to eight!--no--not for all the Tudors that ever sat upon the throne of England.
There he stood with his watch in his hand as the returning Jehu hurried round from the stable yard.

'You are now seven minutes late,' said he, 'and if you are not at the place by eight o'clock, I shall not give you one farthing!' 'All right,' said Jehu.

'We'll be at Mary Jane in less than no time;' and off they went, not at the quickest pace.

But Neverbend's heart beat high with triumph, as he reflected that he had carried the point on which he had been so intent.
Alaric, when he heard the wheels roll off, shook from him his lethargy.