"At Ferndean，a manor-house on a farm he has，about thirty miles off: quite a desolate spot."

"Who is with him?"

"Old John and his wife: he would have none else. He is quite broken down，they say."

"Have you any sort of conveyance?"

"We have a chaise，ma"am，a very handsome chaise."

"Let it be got ready instantly; and if your post-boy can drive me to Ferndean before dark this day，I"ll pay both you and him twice the hire you usually demand."