And men very often did buy Vavasor's horses.
When he was on them they always went well and sold themselves readily.

And though he thus spoke of two, and perhaps did not keep more during the summer, he always seemed to have horses enough when he was down in the country.

No one even knew George Vavasor not to hunt because he was short of stuff.

And here, at Roebury, he kept a trusty servant, an ancient groom with two little bushy grey eyes which looked as though they could see through a stable door.

Many were the long whisperings which George and Bat Smithers carried on at the stable door, in the very back depth of the yard attached to the hunting inn at Roebury.