Enter Alain.
Man. Tell one of the grooms to saddle Black Harry.
Alain. Sir!
Des. What?
Mad. L. No—no—
Man. [To Alain.] Did you hear my order?
Alain. Yes, sir. [Aside.] There'll be work for the Doctor to-day.
[Exit.
Bev. [Aside.] Good.
Man. Pray do not fear, Madame, I have been used to restive horses. I'll just make his acquaintance now, and if I can succeed in gaining a small portion of his esteem, I will do myself the honor of riding him daily until he is fit for your daughter's use.