The drivers kept the horses in a strong trot, at times a vigorous gallop, and I judged that we were making nearly three leagues an hour.

At that rate it would require perhaps two hours to reach the shrine mentioned by Lilly.
We had instructed the men on the box to watch for a sharp bend in the road just before crossing a bourne, and we, too, began to watch soon after leaving Westminster.

After what seemed to be a long time, George asked me to make a flare in my tinder box, while he caught a glimpse of the face of his watch.

This I did under the rug, and, much to our disgust, we found that we had been less than twenty minutes on the road, so provokingly had time lagged.
After our disappointment we lay back in the coach, determined to ignore time, and thereby perhaps hasten it.

In truth, time's lagging was not unpleasant for me, in one respect, at least, for Bettina was by my side.
I found delight in keeping her well tucked about with rugs, so that not even a breath of the storm nor a flake of snow could reach her.