Look here: my coachman left me in a huff this morning, and it was time too, as I find now he is gone.

The stable is in a shocking mess: if you clean it out, and set things to rights--but I don't believe you can--I will give you your dinner." "Very well, sir," returned Cosmo.

"I give you warning I'm very hungry; only on the other hand, I don't care what I have to eat." "Look here," said the man: "your hands look a precious sight more like loafing than work! I don't believe your work will be worth your dinner." "Then don't give me any," rejoined Cosmo, laughing.

"If the proof of the pudding be in the eating, the proof of the stable must be in the cleaning.

Let me see the place." Much pondering what a fellow scouring the country with a decent coat and no money could be, the dweller in the villa led the way to his stable.
In a mess that stable certainly was.
"The new man is coming this evening," said the man, "and I would rather he didn't see things in such a state.