I say we, for Euphemia stood by and I explained everything, for some day, she said, she might want to do it herself.
Then I led him into the stable.

How nobly he trod, and how finely his hoofs sounded on the stable floor! There was hay in the mow and I had brought a bag of oats under the seat of the carriage.
"Isn't it just delightful," said Euphemia, "that we haven't any man?
If we had a man he would take the horse at the door, and we should be deprived of all this.

It wouldn't be half like owning a horse." In the morning I drove down to the station, Euphemia by my side.

She drove back and Old John came up and attended to the horse.

This he was to do, for the present, for a small stipend.