Several times after that, the same gentleman took our cab.

I think he was very fond of dogs and horses, for whenever we took him to his own door, two or three dogs would come bounding out to meet him.

Sometimes he came round and patted me saying in his quiet, pleasant way: "This horse has got a good master, and he deserves it." It was a very rare thing for any one to notice the horse that had been working for him.

I have known ladies to do it now and then, and this gentleman, and one or two others have given me a pat and a kind word; but ninety-nine out of a hundred would as soon think of patting the steam engine that drew the train.
One day, he and another gentleman took our cab; they stopped at a shop in R---- Street, and while his friend went in, he stood at the door.

A little ahead of us on the other side of the street, a cart with two very fine horses was standing before some wine vaults; the carter was not with them, and I cannot tell how long they had been standing, but they seemed to think they had waited long enough, and began to move off.