Tomfindsadifficultyinjumping，orindeedinfindingthetopofthewheelwithhisfeet，whichmaybeinthenextworldforallhefeels；sotheguardpickshimoffthecoachtop，andsetshimonhislegs，andtheystumpoffintothebar，andjointhecoachmanandtheotheroutsidepassengers。
Hereafresh-lookingbarmaidservesthemeachwithaglassofearlypurlastheystandbeforethefire，coachmanandguardexchangingbusinessremarks。ThepurlwarmsthecocklesofTom’sheart，andmakeshimcough。
“Raretacklethat，sir，ofacoldmorning，“saysthecoachman，smiling。“Time’sup。“Theyareoutagainandup；coacheethelast，gatheringthereinsintohishandsandtalkingtoJemthehostleraboutthemare’sshoulder，andthenswinginghimselfupontothebox——thehorsesdashingoffinacanterbeforehefallsintohisseat。Toot-toot-tootle-toogoesthehorn，andawaytheyareagain，five-and-thirtymilesontheirroadnearlyhalf-waytoRugby，thinksTom，andtheprospectofbreakfastattheendofthestage。
Andnowtheybegintosee，andtheearlylifeofthecountry-
sidecomesout——amarketcartortwo；meninsmock-frocksgoingtotheirwork，pipeinmouth，awhiffofwhichisnobadsmellthisbrightmorning。Thesungetsup，andthemistshineslikesilvergauze。Theypassthehoundsjoggingalongtoadistantmeet，attheheelsofthehuntsman’sback，whosefaceisaboutthecolourofthetailsofhisoldpink，asheexchangesgreetingswithcoachmanandguard。Nowtheypullupatalodge，andtakeonboardawell-muffled-upsportsman，withhisgun-caseandcarpet-bag，Anearlyup-coachmeetsthem，andthecoachmengatheruptheirhorses，andpassoneanotherwiththeaccustomedliftoftheelbow，eachteamdoingelevenmilesanhour，withamiletosparebehindifnecessary。Andherecomesbreakfast。