"An extra brake can be had at the Stag's Head in Mary church; but a pair of horses must be sent in to-morrow afternoon to bring it over here.

I saw"-- she hesitated a moment--"I really could see no objection to Patch taking our horses in to fetch the brake, and driving a contingent to the station in it next morning." "And meeting the train at night, I suppose ?" Damaris said calmly.
"Of course," Theresa answered, thus unconsciously declaring herself a rank outsider, and rushing blindly upon her fate.
For what thoroughbred member of the equestrian order does not know that next--and even that not always--to the ladies of his family and, possibly, the key of his cellar, an Englishman's stable is sacrosanct?
Dispose of anything he owns rather than his horses.

To attempt touching them is, indeed, to stretch out your hand against the Ark of the Covenant and risk prompt withering of that impious limb.

Yet poor Theresa blundered on.
"I told the vicar that, Sir Charles being from home, I felt I might make the offer myself, seeing how much it would simplify the arrangements and how very little work Patch has when you and I are alone here.

It is a pity there is not time to obtain Sir Charles's sanction.