“He’s hopeful,” Hardress said, laughing. “Particularly as we never started the car at all—he made me learn everything I could about it first. And did he tell you I rode Brecon?”
“No! How did you get on?” asked Norah delightedly.
“Well, I literally got on very badly—at first. The shop leg didn’t seem to understand what was wanted of it at all, and any steed but Brecon would have strongly resented me. But he stood in a pensive attitude while I tried all sorts of experiments. In fact, I think he went to sleep!”
“I told you you could rely on Brecon,” Norah smiled. “What happened then?”
“Oh—I got used to myself, and found out the knack of getting on. It’s not hard, with a steady horse, once you find out how. But I think Brecon will do me very well for awhile.”
“Oh, we’ll soon get you on to Brunette,” Norah said. “You’d enjoy her.”
“Is that the black pony?”
“Yes—and she’s a lovely hack. I’m going to hunt her in the winter: she jumps like a deer.”
“She looked a beauty, in the stable,” Hardress said. “She ought to make a good polo-pony.” He sighed. “I wonder if I’ll really ever play polo again.”
“Of course you will,” Norah told him. “This morning you didn’t think you would ever get on a horse again.”