"Perhaps you will do me the honor to look at them and select."
"You are very kind, and I will."
He took her to the stables, and she selected a beautiful black mare, with a coat like satin.
"There," said Walter, despondingly. "I was afraid you would fix on her.
She is impossible, I can't ride her myself."
"Vicious?"
"Not in the least."
"Well, then—"
Here an old groom touched his hat, and said, curtly, "Too hot and fidgety, miss. I'd as lieve ride of a boiling kettle."
Walter explained: "The poor thing is the victim of nervousness."
"Which I call them as rides her the victims," suggested the ancient groom.