Jolly may have thrown his leg over his halter, and got furious.

He's rather an ill-tempered horse." Lord Mergwain swallowed a great glass of wine, the last of the first bottle, and gave a little shiver.
"It's cold! cold!" he said.
The wine did not seem to be itself somehow this evening! The game interrupted, Lady Joan forgot it, and stared into the fire.

Cosmo gave his eyes a glorious holiday on her beautiful face.
It was some time before the laird returned.

He brought the news that one of the strange horses was very ill.
"I thought he looked bad this morning," said Cosmo.
"Only it's not the same horse, my boy," answered his father.

"I believe he has been ill all day; the state of the other has prevented its being noticed.