"Drive on, James!" she called out to the coachman.
Without another word, the Sergeant shut the carriage-door.

Just as he closed it, Mr.Franklin came running down the steps.

"Good-bye, Rachel," he said, holding out his hand.
"Drive on!" cried Miss Rachel, louder than ever, and taking no more notice of Mr.Franklin than she had taken of Sergeant Cuff.
Mr.Franklin stepped back thunderstruck, as well he might be.

The coachman, not knowing what to do, looked towards my lady, still standing immovable on the top step.

My lady, with anger and sorrow and shame all struggling together in her face, made him a sign to start the horses, and then turned back hastily into the house.