But as readers like the cart the best, I will do it once again,--trying it only for a branch of my story,--and will endeavour to let as little as possible of the horse be seen afterwards.
"And so poor Frank has been turned out of heaven ?" said Lady Mabel Grex to young Lord Silverbridge.
"Who told you that?
I have said nothing about it to anybody." "Of course he told me himself," said the young beauty.

I am aware that, in the word beauty, and perhaps, also, in the word young, a little bit of the horse is appearing; and I am already sure that I shall have to show his head and neck, even if not his very tail.
"Poor Frank! Did you hear it all ?" "I heard nothing, Lady Mab, and know nothing." "You know that your awful governor won't let him stay any longer in Carlton Terrace ?" "Yes, I know that." "And why not ?" "Would Lord Grex allow Percival to have his friends living here ?" Earl Grex was Lady Mabel's father, Lord Percival was the Earl's son;--and the Earl lived in Belgrave Square.

All these are little bits of the horse.
"Certainly not.

In the first place, I am here." "That makes a difference, certainly." "Of course it makes a difference.

They would be wanting to make love to me." "No doubt.