And the grey mare saw a vision of her warm light stall, and the oats dropping between her manger bars, and fled with light hoofs along the lanes where the side-lamps shot two moving gleams over dark beech-hedges that rustled crisply in the northeast wind.

Again and again she sneezed in the pleasure of that homeward flight, and the light foam of her nostrils flicked the faces of those behind.

And they sat silent, thrilling at the touch of each other's arms, their cheeks glowing in the windy darkness, their eyes shining and fixed before them.
The second groom awoke suddenly from his dream.
"If I owned that 'orse, like Mr.George, and had such a topper as this 'ere Mrs.Bellew beside me, would I be sittin' there without a word ?".