There was a great deal of sweetness in his nature; of that she was sure, and because of it she found she could forgive his waywardness, reflecting that he had probably been mismanaged from his earliest infancy.
At this point she reached the high-road, and heard the wheels of a dog-cart behind her.

She recognized the quick, hard trot of the doctor's cob, and paused at the side of the road to let him pass.

But the doctor's eyes behind their glasses were keen as a hawk's.

He recognized her, the deepening dusk notwithstanding, while he was still some yards from her, and pulled in his horse to a walk.
"Jump up!" he said.

"I'm going your way." He reached down a hand to her, and Avery mounted beside him.