When Lenore entered, the horse turned his head toward her as if asking help.
"He knows me yet," cried she.

Then turning to the head groom, "Ride off instantly for a veterinary surgeon." The man did not like the thought of a long ride at night, and replied, "The doctor is never at home, and the horse will be dead before he can come." "Go at once!" commanded Lenore, pointing to the door.
"What is the matter with the groom ?" asked Lenore, as they left the stable.
"He is grown good for nothing, and ought to be sent off, as I have often told my master; but the lout is as obedient to him as possible--he knows the length of his foot--while to every one else he is cross-grained, and gives me daily trouble." "I will speak to my father," replied Lenore, with a slight frown.
The old servant continued: "Ah! dear young lady, if you would but look after things a little, it would be a good thing for the property.

I am not satisfied with the dairy either: the new housekeeper does not know how to manage the maids; she is too smart by half--ribbons before and behind.

Things used to go on better; the baron used to come and look at the butter-casks, now he is busy with other things; and when the master grows careless, servants soon snap their fingers at the bailiff.

You can be sharp enough with people; it's a thousand pities you are not a gentleman." "You are right; it is a thousand pities," said Lenore, approvingly; "but there's no help for it.