"Of course Pendennis isn't as young as he was, and I don't care to push him too hard.

I wouldn't mind handling one of those machines on the road like that, myself, if that was all there was to it--no cranking to do, or fooling with the engine.

Well, I enjoyed part of that lunch quite a lot, Lucy." "The salad ?" "No.

Your whispering to me." "Blarney!" George made no response, but checked Pendennis to a walk.

Whereupon Lucy protested quickly: "Oh, don't!" "Why?
Do you want him to trot his legs off ?" "No, but--" "No, but'-- what ?" She spoke with apparent gravity: "I know when you make him walk it's so you can give all your attention to--to proposing to me again!" And as she turned a face of exaggerated color to him, "By the Lord, but you're a little witch!" George cried.
"George, do let Pendennis trot again!" "I won't!" She clucked to the horse.