He knows how to behave himself to his betters, I warrant you; and I scarce think he has enough in his purse to pay the fees." This speech concluded the dialogue, which Peveril, finding himself so much concerned in the issue, thought it best to hear to an end.

Now, when it ceased, to get out of the town unobserved, and take the nearest way to his father's castle, seemed his wisest plan.

He had settled his reckoning at the inn, and brought with him to Bridlesley's the small portmanteau which contained his few necessaries, so that he had no occasion to return thither.

He resolved, therefore, to ride some miles before he stopped, even for the purpose of feeding his horse; and being pretty well acquainted with the country, he hoped to be able to push forward to Martindale Castle sooner than the worshipful Master Topham; whose saddle was, in the first place, to be padded, and who, when mounted, would, in all probability, ride with the precaution of those who require such security against the effects of a hard trot.
Under the influence of these feelings, Julian pushed for Warrington, a place with which he was well acquainted; but, without halting in the town, he crossed the Mersey, by the bridge built by an ancestor of his friend the Earl of Derby, and continued his route towards Dishley, on the borders of Derbyshire.

He might have reached this latter village easily, had his horse been fitter for a forced march; but in the course of the journey, he had occasion, more than once, to curse the official dignity of the person who had robbed him of his better steed, while taking the best direction he could through a country with which he was only generally acquainted.
At length, near Altringham, a halt became unavoidable; and Peveril had only to look for some quiet and sequestered place of refreshment.