“I will take my chance.”
“But I will not my lady. I know the danger, and have to take care of you who do not. There is no occasion to be uneasy about the mare. She is tolerably comfortable. I am not hurting her—not much. Your ladyship does not reflect how strong a horse’s skull is. And you see what great powerful breaths she draws!”
“She is in agony,” cried Clementina.
“Not in the least, my lady. She is only balked of her own way, and does not like it.”
“And what right have you to balk her of her own way? Has she no right to a mind of her own?”
“She may of course have her mind, but she can’t have her way. She has got a master.”
“And what right have you to be her master?”
“That my master, my Lord Lossie, gave me the charge of her.”
“I don’t mean that sort of right; that goes for nothing. What right in the nature of things can you have to tyrannize over any creature?”
“None, my lady. But the higher nature has the right to rule the lower in righteousness. Even you can’t have your own way always, my lady.”