I had business here.

However, I made the one carriage which the town boasts, wait, in case you should be here.

Here it is!" And, before Mercy had time to analyze or even to realize the vague sense of disappointment she felt at his words, she found herself and her mother placed in the carriage, and the door shut.
"Your trunks cannot go up until morning," he said, speaking through the carriage window; "but, if you will give me your checks, I will see that they are sent." "We have only one small valise," said Mercy: "that was under our seat.

The brakeman said he would take it out for us; but he forgot it, and so did I." The train was already backing out of the station.

Stephen smothered some very unchivalrous words on his lips, as he ran out into the rain, overtook the train, and swung himself on the last car, in search of the "one small valise" belonging to his tenants.