I hurried out of the carriage so quickly that, not being familiar with the steps, I barely escaped tripping.
When she opened the front door she was surprised to see me standing by the horse.
"Have you hired a carriage ?" she cried.

"Are we going to ride ?" "My dear," said I, as I took her by the hand, "we are going to ride.

But I have not hired a carriage.

I have bought one.

Do you see this horse?
He is ours--our own horse." If you could have seen the face that was turned up to me,--all you other men in the world,--you would have torn your hair in despair.
Afterward she went around and around that horse; she patted his smooth sides; she looked, with admiration, at his strong, well-formed legs; she stroked his head; she smoothed his mane; she was brimful of joy.
When I had brought the horse some water in a bucket--and what a pleasure it was to water one's own horse!--Euphemia rushed into the house and got her hat and cloak, and we took a little drive.
I doubt if any horse ever drew two happier people.