Mrs Varden was obdurate, and being so was not to be overcome by mortal agency.
'Good night--if I must say it,' said Joe, sorrowfully.
'Good night,' said Dolly.

She would have added, 'Take care of that man, and pray don't trust him,' but he had turned his horse's head, and was standing close to them.

She had therefore nothing for it but to suffer Joe to give her hand a gentle squeeze, and when the chaise had gone on for some distance, to look back and wave it, as he still lingered on the spot where they had parted, with the tall dark figure of Hugh beside him.
What she thought about, going home; and whether the coach-maker held as favourable a place in her meditations as he had occupied in the morning, is unknown.

They reached home at last--at last, for it was a long way, made none the shorter by Mrs Varden's grumbling.

Miggs hearing the sound of wheels was at the door immediately.
'Here they are, Simmun! Here they are!' cried Miggs, clapping her hands, and issuing forth to help her mistress to alight.