(Arriving at Penkridge railway station, Lord Hatherton hires a carriage at the Littleton Arms)

 

At Penkridge I found a well fed and respectable looking gentleman in black with much bonhomie in his countenance and manner about to order a chaise at the same moment with myself. As there was but one, I begged that he would take it. We, however, discerned the means of turning out with a little delay a second carriage. I discovered that he was the RC priest of Brewood, whom I had formerly known. He insisted at last on remaining at the Inn till my driver should return from Teddesley, ”To tell you the truth, I means to go in and take a glass of grog and a cigar”.