"What to do?"
"Because the post is there. We must get post-horses."
"And why post-horses? Cannot I drive my own horses?"
"No."
"And why not?"
"Because they are screws. They would not reach the next station."
"My horses! Why do you say they are screws?" asked the countess, angrily.
"Because they are in bad condition."
"Bear!" thought Theudelinde. "He answers me so roughly."
"I shall not enter the inn," she said, determinedly. "I go nowhere where men drink. Cannot I wait at your house until the horses are changed?"