Very good.

That's all we want, I think." She dismissed the man with a gesture as though the house belonged to her, while St Aubyn looked on, amused.
"I thought I should never get here," she continued.

"The driver was a perfect imbecile, my dear--didn't know the country a bit.

And it's not more than seven miles, you know, if it's as much.

I was sure the wretch was going wrong, and if I hadn't insisted on pulling him up and asking a respectable-looking body where the house was I believe we should have been wandering about the next shire at this moment.