Captain Cumnock stooped to their verdict on themselves, with marvel at the quantity of flesh they managed to put on their bones from such dieting.
'By your courtesy, sir, a word with you in the inn yard, if you please,' he said to Weyburn in the inn-porch.
Weyburn answered, 'Half a minute,' and was informed that it was exactly the amount of time the captain could afford to wait.
Weyburn had seen the Steignton phaeton and coachman in the earl's light-blue livery.

It was at his orders, he heard.

He told the coachman to expect hire shortly, and he followed the captain, with a heavy trifle of suspicion that some brew was at work.

He said to Aminta in the passage-- 'You have your settlement with the innkeeper.

Don't, I beg, step into the chariot till you see me.' 'Anything ?' said she.
'Only prudence.' 'Our posting horses will be harnessed soon, I hope.