It's very disagreeable to hear one's horses wheezing when one's sitting in the carriage; it sounds too as if they weren't what they should be.

But I've always had good horses; whatever else I may have lacked I've always managed that.

My husband doesn't know much, but I think he knows a horse.

In general Italians don't, but my husband goes in, according to his poor light, for everything English.

My horses are English--so it's all the greater pity they should be ruined.