The conductor and the brakeman, as they passed through, looked at them with renewed interest: it was evident now that they were going through to the terminus of the road.
"Goin' through, be ye ?" said the conductor.

"It'll be dark when we get in; an' it's beginnin' to rain.

'S anybody comin' to meet ye ?" "No," said Mercy, uneasily.

"Will there not be carriages at the depot?
We are going to the hotel.

I believe there is but one." "Well, there may be a kerridge down to-night, an' there may not: there's no knowin'.