"A little way, a very little way!" Then she became quiet and absorbed again.
"I've got to go on," he broke in again as the top of the hill came in sight.

"I've a passenger for the eight-fifty train waiting for me more than a mile along the road.

I shall have to leave you after I set you down." "That's right; I expect that.

I can take care of myself--don't worry.

Not but what you're very kind," she added after a moment, in her cultured voice, with just enough trace of accent to make it linger sweetly in the ear.
"Then here we are," he called back a moment later, jerking his horses to a standstill and jumping down into the road.