“A horse at the fair!” Scarcely had he enjoyed the relief of working out that he had taken the harmless adjoining bedroom for the Showman’s, when this new blow struck him, like hooves on his chest.
“Of course I wouldn’t listen to him,” she said.
“Of course not!” His breast expanded again. “How can a woman understand buying horses?”
“Oh, I don’t mean that.” Jinny was distinctly colder. “I mean it’s the Lord’s Day. He’ll have to repeat his order on Tuesday.”
“But surely you wouldn’t go to a horse fair?”
“Why not?”
“Because—it’s—it’s so horsey.”
She laughed again. “And so fairish, too, isn’t it?”
“What does he want a horse for?” he asked sullenly.
“I don’t suppose it’s for dinner—he isn’t a Frenchy. But he’s got a caravan, hasn’t he?—and he has to begin his summer tour soon.”