Outside, the coach was declared to be full.
"There is one inside place," said the waiter, "if you don't mind paying the--" Before he could say the rest, I was occupying that one inside place.

I remember nothing of the journey from the time we left the hotel door, except that it was fearfully long.

At some hour of the day with which I was not acquainted (for my watch had stopped for want of winding up), I was set down in a clean little street of a prim little town (the name of which I never thought of asking), and was told that the coach never went any further.
No post-chaise was to be had.

With incredible difficulty I got first a gig, then a man to drive it; and, last, a pony to draw it.

We hobbled away crazily from the inn door.