"Come along," and she slipped her hand in his and the two walked toward the door of his apartments.
When the light wagon and satin-skinned sorrel, with John on the seat and Bones in full view, stopped at the sanded porch, Mrs.Coates and Lucy formed part of the admiring group gathered about the turn-out.

All of Mr.Feilding's equipages brought a crowd of onlookers, no matter how often they appeared--he had five with him at Beach Haven, including the four-in-hand which he seldom used--but the grays and the light wagon, by common consent, were considered the most "stylish" of them all, not excepting the drag.
After Max had gathered the reins in his hands, had balanced the whip, had settled himself comfortably and with a wave of his hand to Lucy had driven off, Mrs.Coates slipped her arm through my lady's and the two slowly sauntered to their rooms.
"Charming man, is he not ?" Mrs.Coates ventured.

"Such a pity he is not married! You know I often wonder whom such men will marry.

Some pretty school-girl, perhaps, or prim woman of forty." Lucy laughed.
"No," she answered, "you are wrong.

The bread-and-butter miss would never suit Max, and he's past the eye-glass and side-curl age.