Here is Lord Chiltern again, and I know by the rattle of his horse's feet that something is the matter." Lord Chiltern came up full of wrath.

One of the men's horses was thoroughly broken down, and, as the Master said, wasn't worth the saddle he carried.

He didn't care a -- -- for the horse, but the man hadn't told him.

"At this rate there won't be anything to carry anybody by Christmas." "You'll have to buy some more," said Gerard Maule.
"Buy some more!" said Lord Chiltern, turning round, and looking at the man.

"He talks of buying horses as he would sugar plums!" Then they trotted in at the gate, and in two minutes were at the hall door..