I do not suppose that Mr.Rand is a poor horseman." "Who said that he was ?" demanded the Major testily.

"A poor horseman! He and his old wolf of a father used to break all the colts for twenty miles round! That place in the road! Pshaw! I've ridden by that place in the road for forty years, but I never had the indecency to be brought on a litter into a gentleman's house who was not of my way of thinking! And every man and woman on the place--barring poor Nancy--out to receive him! I am not at home among fools, so I came here--though the Lord knows there's many a fool to be found in a library!--Well, are any bones broken ?" "Dr.Gilmer will tell us--oh, he looked like death!" "Who ?--William Gilmer ?" demanded Uncle Edward with asperity.

"Your pronoun 'he' stands for your antecedent 'Gilmer.' But what's the English tongue when we have a Jacobin in the house! Women like strange animals, and they are vastly fond of pitying.

But you were always a home body, Jacqueline, and left Unity to run after the sea lions and learned pigs! And now you sit there as white as your gown!" Jacqueline smiled.

"Perhaps I am of those who pity.