Then I tucked the evening paper under my arm and went out.
The coachman, who was standing at the horse's head as I emerged, touched his hat and came forward to open the door.
"I have fortified myself for the long drive, you see," I remarked, exhibiting the newspaper as I stepped into the carriage.
"But you can't read in the dark," said he.
"No, but I have provided myself with a lamp," I replied, producing it and striking a match.
He watched me as I lit the lamp and hooked it on the back cushion, and observed: "I suppose you found it rather a dull ride last time.

It's a longish way.

They might have fitted the carriage with an inside lamp.

But we shall have to make it a quicker passage to-night.

Governor says Mr.
Graves is uncommon bad." With this he slammed the door and locked it.