Not that he dared show any temper to Lady Anne, who was easy and kindly with her servants, as a rule, but could reduce an insubordinate one to humble submission as well as any old lady ever could.

But Mary, who knew the household pretty well by this time, knew that Jennings was out of temper by the set of his shoulders, as she surveyed them from her seat in the barouche.

It was a road, too, he never liked to take, because of a certain steam tram which ran along it and made the horses uncomfortable when they met it face to face.

And there his mistress was unsympathetic towards him.

She had been a brilliant and daring horsewoman in her youth and middle age.
"I never thought I should live to amble along like this," she confided to Mary as they drove between golden harvest fields.