"All is right," said I, as I shut the door, whereupon the postillion cracked his whip, and the chaise drove out of the yard.

Just as I shut the door, however, and just as Mr.Platitude had recommenced talking in jergo, at the top of his voice, the man in black turned his face partly towards me, and gave me a wink with his left eye.
I did not see my friend the postillion till the next morning, when he gave me an account of the adventures he had met with on his expedition.
It appeared that he had driven the man in black and the Reverend Platitude across the country by roads and lanes which he had some difficulty in threading.

At length, when he had reached a part of the country where he had never been before, the man in black pointed out to him a house near the corner of a wood, to which he informed him they were bound.

The postillion said it was a strange-looking house, with a wall round it; and, upon the whole, bore something of the look of a madhouse.
There was already a post-chaise at the gate, from which three individuals had alighted--one of them the postillion said was a mean-looking scoundrel, with a regular petty-larceny expression in his countenance.

He was dressed very much like the man in black, and the postillion said that he could almost have taken his bible oath that they were both of the same profession.