CHAPTER 1.XII.He Bites.
Bonaparte Blenkins was riding home on the grey mare.

He had ridden out that afternoon, partly for the benefit of his health, partly to maintain his character as overseer of the farm.

As he rode on slowly, he thoughtfully touched the ears of the grey mare with his whip.
"No, Bon, my boy," he addressed himself, "don't propose! You can't marry for four years, on account of the will; then why propose?
Wheedle her, tweedle her, teedle her, but don't let her make sure of you.

When a woman," said Bonaparte, sagely resting his finger against the side of his nose, "When a woman is sure of you she does what she likes with you; but when she isn't, you do what you like with her.

And I--" said Bonaparte.
Here he drew the horse up suddenly and looked.