"Do let us have the pleasure of taking you home.

Here is excellent room for three, I assure you.

If we were all like you, I believe we might sit four.

You must, indeed, you must." Anne was still in the lane; and though instinctively beginning to decline, she was not allowed to proceed.

The Admiral's kind urgency came in support of his wife's; they would not be refused; they compressed themselves into the smallest possible space to leave her a corner, and Captain Wentworth, without saying a word, turned to her, and quietly obliged her to be assisted into the carriage.
Yes; he had done it.