"Because I do! Be ready to stop him."
"Gee! He is in it! Hi! Mr. Crayford! Crayford!"
Charmian, leaning quickly forward, gave their astonished coachman a violent push in the small of his back.
"Stop! Stop!"
He pulled up the horses with a jerk.
"Hello!" said Crayford.
He took off his hat.
"Goin' home to roost?" he added to Charmian.
"If you have no objection," she answered, with a pretense of dignity.
They looked at one another in the soft darkness which was illumined by the lamps of the two carriages. Crayford, as usual, was smoking a big cigar.