So when the coachman came round for his fee, he pleasantly asked him what he considered a very good fee indeed, now--a liberal one--and on his replying half a crown for a single passenger, said it was little enough too, all things considered, and left Mr.Jarndyce to give it him.
It was delightful weather.

The green corn waved so beautifully, the larks sang so joyfully, the hedges were so full of wild flowers, the trees were so thickly out in leaf, the bean-fields, with a light wind blowing over them, filled the air with such a delicious fragrance! Late in the afternoon we came to the market-town where we were to alight from the coach--a dull little town with a church-spire, and a marketplace, and a market-cross, and one intensely sunny street, and a pond with an old horse cooling his legs in it, and a very few men sleepily lying and standing about in narrow little bits of shade.
After the rustling of the leaves and the waving of the corn all along the road, it looked as still, as hot, as motionless a little town as England could produce.
At the inn we found Mr.Boythorn on horseback, waiting with an open carriage to take us to his house, which was a few miles off.

He was overjoyed to see us and dismounted with great alacrity.
"By heaven!" said he after giving us a courteous greeting.

"This a most infamous coach.

It is the most flagrant example of an abominable public vehicle that ever encumbered the face of the earth.