“It is just as well you should know my name, as I am living in the house,” said Paul, independently. “Mrs. Granville wishes me to drive her out If you will show me what carriage she uses and so forth, I will harness up.”
This was, on the whole, satisfactory to Frost, as he would not have the trouble of harnessing.
“There’s the carriage,” he said, “and there’s the harness. You can find the horses if you use your eyes.”
“Thank you; you are very obliging,” said Paul, with a little touch of sarcasm.
“The old lady doesn’t seem to value her neck,” observed Frost.
“What makes you think so?”
“In letting you drive her.”
“O, that’s it. I think I shall bring her back safe.”
“I don’t know about that. You’re a city boy, ain’t you?”