Adams. You'd better speak to Mr. Checkley about that, sir; it ain't in my department, you see. I'll fetch him round, if you'll wait here a minute; he'd like to hear what you think about the 'orse.
[He goes off to the coachman's quarters.
Undershell (alone). A very civil fellow this; he seems quite anxious to show me this animal! There must be something very remarkable about it.
[Adams returns with Checkley.
Adams. Mr. Checkley, our 'ed coachman, Mr. Undershell. He's coming in along with us to 'ear what you say, if you've no objections.
Undershell (to himself). I must make a friend of this coachman, or else—— (Aloud.) I shall be charmed, Mr. Checkley. I've only a very few minutes to spare; but I'm most curious to see this horse of yours.
Checkley. He ain't one o' my 'orses, sir. If he 'ad been—— But there, I'd better say nothing about it.
Adams (as he leads the way into the stables, and turns up the gas). There, sir, that's Deerfoot over there in the loose box.
Undershell (to himself). He seems to me much like any other horse! However, I can't be wrong in admiring. (Aloud, as he inspects him, through the rails.) Ah, indeed? he is worth seeing! A magnificent creature!
Adams (stripping off Deerfoot's clothing). He's a good 'orse, sir. Her ladyship won't trust herself on no other animal, not since she 'ad the influenzy so bad. She'd take on dreadful if I 'ad to tell her he wouldn't be fit for no more work, she would!