Though the presumptive heir to Verner's Pride, living in it, brought up as such, he would not, you see, even send out its master's unused carriage, without that master's sanction.
In little things as in great, Lionel Verner could but be a thorough gentleman: to be otherwise he must have changed his nature.
"Wigham, will you take the close carriage to Deerham Court.

It is wanted for Miss Verner." "Very well, sir." But Wigham, who had been coachman in the family nearly as many years as Lionel had been in the world, wondered much, for all his prompt reply.

He scarcely ever remembered a Verner's Pride carriage to have been ordered for Miss Verner.
Lionel passed into the high road from Verner's Pride, and, turning to the left, commenced his walk to Deerham.

There were no roadside houses for a little way, but they soon began, by ones, by twos, until at last they grew into a consecutive street.

These houses were mostly very poor; small shops, beer-houses, labourers' cottages; but a turning to the right in the midst of the village led to a part where the houses were of a superior character, several gentlemen living there.