He may let us guide the horse, but when he likes he can drive.

If we don't like his driving, then we can get down." Mrs.March was less interested in this figure of speech than in the personal aspects involved.

"Then you think Mr.Fulkerson has deceived you ?" "Oh no!" said her husband, laughing.

"But I think he has deceived himself, perhaps." "How ?" she pursued.
"He may have thought he was using Dryfoos, when Dryfoos was using him, and he may have supposed he was not afraid of him when he was very much so.

His courage hadn't been put to the test, and courage is a matter of proof, like proficiency on the fiddle, you know: you can't tell whether you've got it till you try." "Nonsense! Do you mean that he would ever sacrifice you to Mr.Dryfoos ?" "I hope he may not be tempted.