Round the corner, swung the Windermere evening coach in fine style, and drew up at the door of Mrs.Weston's lodgings, a little ahead of the car.
'There they are!' said Miss Cookson, excited in spite of herself.

'Well, I needn't go down.

George will bring in the luggage.' A young man and a young lady got up from their seats.

A ladder was brought for the lady to descend.

But just as she was about to step on it, a fidgeting horse in front made a movement, the ladder slipped, and the lady was only just in time to withdraw her foot and save herself.
Sir William Farrell, who had seen the little incident, ran forward, while the man who had been placing the ladder went to the horse, which was capering and trying to rear in his eagerness to be off.
Sir William raised the ladder, and set it firmly against the coach.
'I think you might risk it now,' he said, raising his eyes pleasantly to the young person above him.
'Thank you,' said a shy voice.