"I don't know about letting you go on; I'm not satisfied with the look of that horse."
"Yes, he's the wildest one Madam Giron has; but that isn't very wild," said Garda, in a tone of regret.
"You are already over four miles from East Angels—"
"Delightful!"
"—and if you won't turn round, I shall have to follow you on horseback; I shouldn't have a clear conscience otherwise."
"Oh, have a clear conscience, by all means."
But she did not long like this arrangement; the sound of another horse behind made Madam Giron's horse restless, so that she could not keep the reins lying idle, as she liked.
"Let your horse go, and come and drive me," she said.
"Let him go? Where?"
"Home, I suppose."