What then?
I've read in books that pilgrims were used to go to chapel before they went on journeys, to put up petitions for their safe return.

Wise men! journeys are very perilous--especially outside the coach.

Wheels come off, horses take fright, coachmen drive too fast, coaches overturn.

I always go to chapel before I start on journeys.

It's the last thing I do on such occasions, indeed.' That Quilp lied most heartily in this speech, it needed no very great penetration to discover, although for anything that he suffered to appear in his face, voice, or manner, he might have been clinging to the truth with the quiet constancy of a martyr.
'In the name of all that's calculated to drive one crazy, man,' said the unfortunate single gentleman, 'have you not, for some reason of your own, taken upon yourself my errand?
don't you know with what object I have come here, and if you do know, can you throw no light upon it ?' 'You think I'm a conjuror, sir,' replied Quilp, shrugging up his shoulders.