'Sir, sir,' said the ostler, running after him, 'I think you said you
had not seen missis?'
'You think right,' said the Duke, astonished; and again he walked on.
'Sir, sir,' said the pursuing ostler, 'I don't think you have got any
luggage?'
'Oh! I beg your pardon,' said the Duke; 'I see it. I am in your debt;
but I meant to return.'
'No doubt on't, sir; but when gemmen don't have no luggage, they sees
missis before they go, sir.'
'Well, what am I in your debt? I can pay you here.'
'Five shillings, sir.'
'Here!' said the Duke; 'and tell me when a coach leaves this place
to-morrow for Yorkshire.'
'Half-past six o'clock in the morning precisely,' said the ostler.
'Well, my good fellow, I depend upon your securing me a place; and that
is for yourself,' added his Grace, throwing him a sovereign. 'Now, mind;
I depend upon you.'
The man stared as if he had been suddenly taken into partnership with
missis; at length he found his tongue.
'Your honour may depend upon me. Where would you like to sit? In or out?
Back to your horses, or the front? Get you the box if you like.
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