His mind was set upon a man's interests and aims--marriage, travel, Parliament; they were still boys, without a mind among them.

None the less, there was an underplot running through his consciousness all the time as to how best to punish Radowitz--both for his throw, and his impertinence in monopolising a certain lady for at least a quarter of an hour on the preceding evening.
At the well-known livery-stables in Holywell, he found a certain animation.

Horses were in demand, as there were manoeuvres going on in Blenheim Park, and the minds of both dons and undergraduates were drawn thither.

But Falloden succeeded in getting hold of the manager and absorbing his services at once.
"Show you something really good, fit for a lady ?" The manager took him through the stables, and Falloden in the end picked out precisely the beautiful brown mare of which he had spoken to Constance.
"Nobody else is to ride her, please, till the lady I am acting for has tried her," he said peremptorily to Fox.

"I shall try her myself to-morrow.