I am a veterinary surgeon, and I can drive four-in-hand.

I offer myself as carman, or even hostler." "I do not want a hostler, and I have a carman." Bartley, when he had said this, sat down like a man who had finally disposed of the application.
Hope went to the very door, and leaned against it.

His jaw dropped.

He looked ten years older.

Then, with a piteous attempt at cheerfulness, he came nearer, and said: "A messenger, then.