But it was principally of my Cousin Dolly that I thought; for the memory of her had been with me a great deal during the four months I had lived in London; but I was determined to do nothing in a hurry, since the remembrance of her father's words to me, and, even more, of his manner and look in speaking, stuck in my throat and hindered me from seeing clearly.

I knew very well, however, that my principal reason why I urged Peter on over the bad roads, was that I might see her the more quickly.
Nothing of any importance happened to us on the way.

At Hoddesdon the memory of Mr.Rumbald came back to my mind, and I wondered where it was in Hoddesdon or near it that he had his malt-houses; and before that we stayed again for dinner at the _Four Swans_ in Waltham Cross, where the host knew me again and asked how matters were in London; and we came at last in sight of the old church at Hormead Parva, just as the sun was going down upon our left.

Peter, my horse, knew where he was then, and needed no more urging, for he knew that his stable was not far away.
They knew of course nothing of my coming; and when I dismounted in the yard there was not a man to be seen.

I left my horse with James; and went along the flagged path that led to the door, and beat upon the door.