"This Sir Pitt Crawley's?" says John, from the box.
"Ees," says the man at the door, with a nod.
"Hand down these 'ere trunks then," said John.
"Hand 'n down yourself," said the porter.
"Don't you see I can't leave my hosses? Come, bear a hand, my fine feller, and Miss will give you some beer," said John, with a horse-laugh, for he was no longer respectful to Miss Sharp, as her connexion with the family was broken off, and as she had given nothing to the servants on coming away.
The bald-headed man, taking his hands out of his breeches pockets, advanced on this summons, and throwing Miss Sharp's trunk over his shoulder, carried it into the house.
"Take this basket and shawl, if you please, and open the door," said Miss Sharp, and descended from the carriage in much indignation. "I shall write to Mr. Sedley and inform him of your conduct," said she to the groom.

"This Sir Pitt Crawley's?" said John.
"Ees," said the man at the door, with a nod.
"Hand down these 'ere trunks then," said John.
"Hand 'n down yourself," said the porter.
"Don't you see I can't leave my hosses? Come, lend a hand, and Miss will give you some beer," said John.
The bald man, taking his hands out of his pockets, threw Miss Sharp's trunk over his shoulder, and carried it into the house.
"Take this basket and shawl, if you please, and open the door," said Miss Sharp, descending from the carriage in indignation. "I shall write to Mr. Sedley and inform him of your conduct," said she to the groom.
