Come along, old girl! Good dog! Lion, old boy!'-- which sentences were interrupted by the address of a stranger on horseback, who asked if he were right for Glanyravon Park.
'Quite right, sir,' said Mr Prothero, pleased at any break in a ride that had been peculiarly devoid of adventure.

'I am going half a mile beyond the Park myself, and shall be proud to show you the way if you aren't in a hurry.' 'By no means.

I am too tired to ride very fast myself, for I have been a great traveller of late.

I came down from London to Glamorganshire two days ago, and have come across country in coaches and dogcarts to the "Coach and Horses." I daresay you know the inn ?' 'Oh yes, sir.

That's the "Coach and Horses" mare you're upon now ?' 'Yes; I borrowed her to come to Glanyravon, and have promised to ride her back to-night, but I am sure I shall not be able.