Are you bound for our house, sir ?' 'Yes.

As I am not quite strong yet, I shall stay there to-night, and ride home coolly in the morning.' 'If you're in no particular hurry,' said Joe after a short silence, 'and will bear with the pace of this poor jade, I shall be glad to ride on with you to the Warren, sir, and hold your horse when you dismount.
It'll save you having to walk from the Maypole, there and back again.

I can spare the time well, sir, for I am too soon.' 'And so am I,' returned Edward, 'though I was unconsciously riding fast just now, in compliment I suppose to the pace of my thoughts, which were travelling post.

We will keep together, Joe, willingly, and be as good company as may be.

And cheer up, cheer up, think of the locksmith's daughter with a stout heart, and you shall win her yet.' Joe shook his head; but there was something so cheery in the buoyant hopeful manner of this speech, that his spirits rose under its influence, and communicated as it would seem some new impulse even to the grey mare, who, breaking from her sober amble into a gentle trot, emulated the pace of Edward Chester's horse, and appeared to flatter herself that he was doing his very best.
It was a fine dry night, and the light of a young moon, which was then just rising, shed around that peace and tranquillity which gives to evening time its most delicious charm.