"Uncle Charles, Mr.Dare is going away too.

His dog-cart had just come into the yard." "Has it?
I hope he won't keep it waiting." "You are not going away, are you ?" "Not for three days more." "Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.

Why, they will be gone in a moment." But to Charles they seemed three very long days indeed.

He was annoyed with himself for having made so many engagements before he left London.
At the time there did not seem anything better to be done, and he supposed he must go somewhere; but now he thought he would have liked to stay on at Atherstone, though he would not have said so to Lady Mary for worlds.

He was tired of rushing up and down.