Of course I had not the slightest intention of leaving them at Paddington; but I felt that the time had not arrived to say so.
"Here comes the dog-cart," said Charles, as I returned.
Ralph was already on his feet.

But the dog-cart, with its great bay horse, could not be brought up to the door.

The snow had drifted heavily before the steps, and right up into the archway, and the cart had to go round to the back again before we could get in and start.

Charles took the reins, and his brother got up beside him.

The groom and I squeezed ourselves into the back seat.