I will take the team," said Dolly.

"There isn't a deal of driving wanted on the road to Epsom, but a man should know how to hold his reins." This of course gave rise to some angry words, but Silverbridge did not stop to hear them.
The poor Duke had no one to whom he could go for advice and consolation.

When his son left him he turned to his newspaper, and tried to read it--in vain.

His mind was too ill at ease to admit of political matters.

He was greatly grieved by this new misfortune as to Gerald, and by Lord Silverbridge's propensity to racing.
But though these sorrows were heavy, there was a sorrow heavier than these.