“Who are you?” he said. “I think I have seen you before.”
“I was servant to the late Marquis of Lossie, my lord, and now I am groom to her ladyship.”
“What a fury you’ve brought up with you! She’ll never do for London.”
“I told the man not to go near her, my lord.”
“What’s the use of her if no one can go near her?”
“I can, my lord.”
“By Jove, she’s a splendid creature to look at! but I don’t know what you can do with her here, my man. She’s fit to go double with Satan himself.”
“She’ll do for me to ride after my lady well enough. If only I had room to exercise her a bit!”
“Take her into the park early in the morning, and gallop her round. Only mind she don’t break your neck. What can have made Lady Lossie send for such a devil as that!”
Malcolm held his peace.