How far are we from Fellside ?' 'Seven miles,' answered the landlord.

'I beg your pardon, my lord; I didn't know it was your lordship,' he added, hurriedly.

'We're in sore trouble, and it makes a man daft-like; but if there's anything we can do----' 'Is there no hope of getting on, Steadman ?' asked the Earl, cutting short these civilities.
'Not with these horses, my lord.' 'And you hear we can't get any others.

Is there any farmer about here who could lend us a pair of carriage horses ?' The landlord knew of no such person.
'Then we must stop here till to-morrow morning.

What infernal fools those post-boys must be,' protested Lord Maulevrier.
James Steadman apologised for the postilions, explaining that when they came to the critical point of their journey, where the road branched off to the Langdales, the snow was falling so thickly, the whole country was so hidden in all-pervading whiteness, that even he, who knew the way so well, could give no help to the drivers.