Leo put down her book and listened attentively now.
“Hah! Yes! North was right. The fellow will take ten pounds less for her, after all.”
“Ah!”
There was a faint sigh, expressive of gratification, and the curate looked up.
“Are you satisfied, Leo?” he said gravely.
“Yes.”
“It goes against the grain,” he said, laying his hand involuntarily upon the letter he had that morning received from the rector.
“Don’t say that, Hartley,” cried Leo, with her face now full of animation. “We can afford the horse, and it was absolutely disgraceful to appear on poor old Grey Joe.”
“Grey Joe was a good safe horse, and I never felt nervous when you were mounted. Splendid fellow in harness too.”
“Yes, admirable!” cried Leo. “And now you can keep him always for the chaise. It will be so much better.”