In a very short time, the horn was heard.
'I thought it wouldn't be long,' said Squeers, jumping up and producing a little basket from under the seat; 'put what you haven't had time to eat, in here, boys! You'll want it on the road!' Nicholas was considerably startled by these very economical arrangements; but he had no time to reflect upon them, for the little boys had to be got up to the top of the coach, and their boxes had to be brought out and put in, and Mr Squeers's luggage was to be seen carefully deposited in the boot, and all these offices were in his department.

He was in the full heat and bustle of concluding these operations, when his uncle, Mr Ralph Nickleby, accosted him.
'Oh! here you are, sir!' said Ralph.

'Here are your mother and sister, sir.' 'Where ?' cried Nicholas, looking hastily round.
'Here!' replied his uncle.

'Having too much money and nothing at all to do with it, they were paying a hackney coach as I came up, sir.' 'We were afraid of being too late to see him before he went away from us,' said Mrs Nickleby, embracing her son, heedless of the unconcerned lookers-on in the coach-yard.
'Very good, ma'am,' returned Ralph, 'you're the best judge of course.

I merely said that you were paying a hackney coach.