I can see that you don't understand women--of a certain type.' 'Oh! I grant you women haven't stood for a great deal in my life, and the few I've known well have been of the humble, human sort.

But I do know this, Bridget'-- his face softened--'I do know that a proud, sensitive woman--which is what you are and what I love you for being--is like a thoroughbred mare, out the first time in harness.

You must keep your hands tight on her and let her go her own pace.

I can tell you, too, the cart-horse kind that has to be driven with a whip and a "gee-up" all the time wouldn't be the type for me.' She laughed gain, but shakily.

There was an appeal in her voice.
'Colin, you've told me a lot about breaking in young horses, and how patient one has to be with them.