Johnson!" The second man sprang from his seat and came round.
"Unharness that mare," his master ordered, "help the man push his trolley back out of the way, then lead the animal to the mews in Curzon Street.

See that she is well bedded down and has a good feed of corn.
To-morrow I shall send her down to the country, but I will come and have a look at her first." The man touched his hat and hastened to commence his task.

The carter, who had been busy counting the notes, thrust them into his pocket with a grin.
"Good luck to yer, guvnor!" he shouted out, in valedictory fashion.
"'Ope I meets yer again when I've an old crock on the go." Sir Timothy turned his head.
"If ever I happen to meet you, my good man," he threatened, "using your whip upon a poor beast who's doing his best, I promise you you won't get up in two minutes, or twenty....

We might walk the last few yards, Mr.
Ledsam." The latter acquiesced at once, and in a moment or two they were underneath the portico of the Opera House.

Sir Timothy had begun to talk about the opera but Francis was a little distrait.