Stafford is never happy unless he is trying to lay up rheumatism for his old age or endeavouring to break his limbs." Sir Stephen looked across the table at the stalwart, graceful frame; but he said nothing: there was no need, for his eyes were eloquent of love and admiration.
Stafford changed into riding things soon after breakfast, went down to the stables and had Adonis saddled.

Davis superintended the operation and the stablemen edged round to watch.

Davis expressed his approval as Stafford mounted and went off on a splendid creature, remarking as he started: "Beautiful mouth, Davis!" "Yes, Pottinger," said Davis, succinctly, "he's worthy of him.

That's what I call 'hands' now.

Dash my aunt if you'd find it easy to match the pair of 'em! There's a class about both that you don't often see.
If you'll step inside my little place, Mr.Pottinger, we'll drink your guv'nor's health.