"Yes, sir. You struck the table as though displeased."
"Oh!" Then Braine laughed relievedly. "If I struck the table, it was done unconsciously. I was thinking."
"Beg pardon, sir. Anything else, sir?"
"No. Bring me the check."
"Your master gives riding lessons?"
The groom who had led the horse back from Hargreave's eyed his questioner rather superciliously.
"Yes." The groom fondled the animal's legs.
"How much is it?"
"Twenty dollars for a ticket of five rides. The master is the fashion up here. He doesn't cater to any but the best families."
"Pretty steep. Who was that young lady riding this morning with your master?"