“Yes, sir.”

“Elderly lady⁠—thin face⁠—rather skinny⁠—eh?”

“Yes, sir.”

“By heavens, it’s the couple, Pickwick,” exclaimed the old gentleman.

“Would have been here before,” said the hostler, “but they broke a trace.”

“ ’Tis them!” said Wardle, “it is, by Jove! Chaise-and-four instantly! We shall catch them yet before they reach the next stage. A guinea apiece, boys-be alive there⁠—bustle about⁠—there’s good fellows.”