Lord bless me,--when I think of it, I wonder how many dozen of orders I've had from Lord Rufford under his own hand.

'Dear Runciman, dinner at eight; ten of us; won't wait a moment.

Yours R.' I suppose Mr.Morton would think that his lordship had let himself down by anything of that sort ?" "What does my cousin want ?" "Two pair of horses,--for a week certain, and perhaps longer, and two carriages.

How am I to let anyone have two pair of horses for a week certain,--and perhaps longer?
What are other customers to do?
I can supply a gentleman by the month and buy horses to suit; or I can supply him by the job.

But I guess Mr.Morton don't well know how things are managed in this country.