Presently lanterns showed at the window, the door was opened, and Sir Anthony Colledge stood revealed in the driving snow.
In the Chilterns it must have been falling for hours, for the road was a foot deep, and the wind had made great drifts among the beech boles.

The lover looked somewhat sheepish as he swept a bow to his prisoner.
"You are a noted horse-doctor, sir," he said.

"The off leader has gotten a colic.

Will you treat him?
Then I purpose to leave him with a servant in some near-by farm, and put a ridden horse in his place." Mr.Lovel leaped from the coach as nimbly as his old wound permitted.

It was true that the doctoring of horses was his hobby.