I shall take you back with me, when the horses have had their rest.

We shall never be happy away from each other." Having expressed her sentiments, distributed her greetings, and defended her dog--all, as it were, in one breath--Lady Lydiard sat down by Isabel's side, and opened a large green fan that hung at her girdle.
"You have no idea, Miss Pink, how fat people suffer in hot weather," said the old lady, using her fan vigorously.
Miss Pink's eyes dropped modestly to the ground--"fat" was such a coarse word to use, if a lady _must_ speak of her own superfluous flesh! "May I offer some refreshment ?" Miss Pink asked, mincingly.

"A cup of tea ?" Lady Lydiard shook her head.
"A glass of water ?" Lady Lydiard declined this last hospitable proposal with an exclamation of disgust.

"Have you got any beer ?" she inquired.
"I beg your Ladyship's pardon," said Miss Pink, doubting the evidence of her own ears.

"Did you say--beer ?" Lady Lydiard gesticulated vehemently with her fan.