“I repented it directly after. But you do look so stupid being thrown in the hunting field—it was the first time, you know.”
The vicar nodded—and Mrs. Grey chuckled when he came home, safe but very much shaken.
“He’s far too much for you, John.”
“Yes, my dear, you are right.”
“Old Towser?”
“Shall remain.”
“And Lele?”
“Again belongs to Lord Jim.”
“It was a clear walk over that,” mused Lele as he crunched the well-grown oats in Lord Jim’s stables that night. “I never met my match till his reverence mounted me—I might have behaved ugly, but I’m pleased to think I didn’t throw the old gentleman. There’s ever so many runs in prospect, you say?”