breakfast at the Rose and Crown, and then away to Staningley by the first coach for ****"
"You'll not get there to-day, sir."
"No matter, I don't want to get there today; I want to get there to-morrow, and pass the night on the road."
"At an inn, sir? You'd Letter by half stay at our house; and then start fresh to-morrow, and have the whole day for your journey."
"What, and lose twelve hours? not I."
"Perhaps, sir, you're related to Mrs. Huntingdon?" said he, seeking to indulge his curiosity since his cupidity was not to be gratified.
"I have not that honour."
"Ah! well," returned he with a dubious, sidelong glance at my splashed, grey trousers and rough P jacket. "But," he added, encouragingly, "there's many a fine lady like that 'at has kinsfolks poorer nor what you are, sir, I should think."
"No doubt,—and there's many a fine gentleman would esteem himself vastly honoured
