CHAPTER 2.VI.A Boer-wedding.
"I didn't know before you were so fond of riding hard," said Gregory to his little betrothed.
They were cantering slowly on the road to Oom Muller's on the morning of the wedding.
"Do you call this riding hard ?" asked Em in some astonishment.
"Of course I do! It's enough to break the horses' necks, and knock one up for the whole day besides," he added testily; then twisted his head to look at the buggy that came on behind.

"I thought Waldo was such a mad driver; they are taking it easily enough today," said Gregory.

"One would think the black stallions were lame." "I suppose they want to keep out of our dust," said Em.

"See, they stand still as soon as we do." Perceiving this to be the case, Gregory rode on.
"It's all that horse of yours: she kicks up such a confounded dust, I can't stand it myself," he said.
Meanwhile the cart came on slowly enough.
"Take the reins," said Lyndall, and "and make them walk.

I want to rest and watch their hoofs today--not to be exhilarated; I am so tired." She leaned back in her corner, and Waldo drove on slowly in the grey dawn light along the level road.