I left the mare by Tredinnis great gates and crept down to Moyle's stables like a housebreaker, looked in through the window, and sure enough there was George's grey in the loose box to the right.

So George is sleeping there, and I'm easy in my mind.
No doubt you think me an old fool ?" But Taffy was not thinking anything of the sort.
"I couldn't wish better than that.

You understand ?" "Not quite." "He lost his mother early.

He wants a woman to look after him, and for him to think about.

If he and Honoria would only make up a match.