He inspected her bullocks critically, as they came up grunting and blowing under the yokes.

If they went too fast--it was not likely--there would be a pleasant seat for himself along the pole; the lama would sit beside the driver.

The escort, of course, would walk.

The old lady, equally of course, would talk a great deal, and by what he had heard that conversation would not lack salt.

She was already ordering, haranguing, rebuking, and, it must be said, cursing her servants for delays.
'Get her her pipe.