That is my brother Will, yonder by the bank." He smiled, and the younger man came forward, hesitatingly, and not with the address of his brother, though yet with the breeding of a gentleman.
The eyes of Mary Connynge took in both men with the same look, but her eyes, as did those of the Lady Catharine, became most concerned with the first speaker.
"My brother and I are on our first journey to London," continued he, with a gay laugh which did not consort fully with the plight in which he showed.

"We started by coach, as gentlemen; and now we come on foot, like laborers or thieves.

'Twas my own fault.

Yesterday I must needs quit the Edinboro' stage.

Last night our chaise was stopped, and we were asked to hand our money to a pair of evil fellows who had made prey of us.