Sambo of the bandy legs slammed the carriage door on his young weeping mistress.

Mr. Collins and Charlotte appeared at the door, and the carriage stopped at a small gate, which led by a short gravel walk to the house, amidst the nods and smiles of the whole party.

I loaded my bike into the front carriage and sat on a bench next to a small compartment that had "conductor" written in English on the door.