'They will learn—self-control,' said Miss Hazel. 'I have been told lately that it is a good thing.'
'Not formerly?'
'The last time made the most impression, sir. As last times are apt to do.'
'Miss Hazel, I have a request to make to you,' Mr. Falkirk said, after allowing a minute or two of silence to succeed the last remark.
'What, sir? That I will not sing so loud in the little brown room as to disturb your repose? I can promise that.'
'You have not got your horses yet.'
'No, sir. I am sure I ought to know so much,' said the girl with a sigh.
'Rollo will see to it. You forget, my dear, we have been but a few days here. Miss Hazel, do you remember the story of the enchanted horse in the Arabian Nights?'
'With great clearness, sir. In everything but his appearance it was just the horse I should like.'
'Just the horse I am afraid of. The cavalier turned a screw and the lady was gone. I request that you will mount nobody's steed, not even your own, without consulting me first that I may make sure all is safe. It is still more true than it was the other night that I require your co-operation to discharge my trust.'