"Well! What are you standing there for? Didn't you hear me?"
"Ay, sir, I did, but—your pardon, sir—but do ye think 'tis wise to ride to-day for—for the first time?"
The file slammed down on to the table.
"I am riding to Horley this afternoon!" said his master dangerously.
"'Tis a matter of fifteen miles or so, your honour. Hadn't ye better—"
"Damn you, Jim, be quiet!"
Salter gave it up.
"Very well, sir," he said, and unearthed the required dress. "I'll see the baggage goes by coach, and saddle the mare and Peter."
"Not Peter. You go in the coach."
"No, sir."