In a moment he let down my head.
"Confound these check-reins!" he said to himself; "I thought we should have some mischief soon.

Master will be sorely vexed.

But here, if a woman's husband can't rule her, of course a servant can't; so I wash my hands of it, and if she can't get to the Duchess' garden party I can't help it." York did not say this before the men; he always spoke respectfully when they were by.

Now he felt me all over, and soon found the place above my hock where I had been kicked.

It was swelled and painful; he ordered it to be sponged with hot water, and then some lotion was put on.
[Illustration] Lord W--- was much put out when he learned what had happened; he blamed York for giving way to his mistress, to which he replied that in future he would much prefer to receive his orders only from his lordship.