He bent and with his finger flicked out a crust of snow from between his breeches and the tops of his riding-boots.

It fell on the hearthstone and sputtered.
"The roads," he announced, are not very bad beyond the bridge.

That is the worst spot, and I have sent down a gang to clear it.

Our guests ought to be able to depart before noon, though I won't answer for the road Yeovil Way.

One carrier--Allworthy--has come through to the bridge, but says he passed Solomon's van in a drift about four miles back, this side of the Cheriton oak.