As I returned home, I met Henry Armstrong, mounted on a bay mare of a far different sort from what a sportsman would consider a doctor justified in using for his purposes. In fact she was a thorough hunter; no beauty certainly, with her ewe-neck, drooping tail, and white face and stocking; but she had an eye at once gentle and wild as that of a savage angel, if my reader will condescend to dream for a moment of such an anomaly; while her hind quarters were power itself, and her foreleg was flung right out from the shoulder with a gesture not of work but of delight; the step itself being entirely one of work,--long in proportion to its height. The lines of her fore and hind-quarters converged so much, that there was hardly more than room for the saddle between them. I had never seen such action. Altogether, although not much of a hunting man, the motion of the creature gave me such a sense of power and joy, that I longed to be scouring the fields with her under me. It was a sunshiny day, with a keen cold air, and a thin sprinkling of snow; and Harry looked so radiant with health, that one could easily believe he had health to convey, if not to bestow. He stopped and inquired after his patient. "Could you not get her to go out with you, Mr. Smith?" he said. "Would that be safe, Mr. Henry?" "Perfectly safe, if she is willing to go; not otherwise. Get her to go willingly for ten minutes, and see if she is not the better for it. What I want is to make the blood go quicker and more plentifully through her brain. She has not fever enough. She does not live fast enough." "I will try," I said. "Have you been far to-day?" "Just come out. You might tell that by the mare. You should see her three hours after this." And he patted her neck as if he loved her--as I am sure he did--and trotted gently away. When I came up to the gate, Beeves was standing at it. "A nice gentleman that, sir!" said he. "He is, Beeves. I quite agree with you." "And rides a good mare, sir; and rides as well as any man in the country. I never see him leave home in a hurry. Always goes gently out, and comes gently in. What has gone between, you may see by her skin when she comes home." "Does he hunt, Beeves?" "I believe not, sir; except the fox crosses him in one of his rounds. Then if he is heading anywhere in his direction, they say doctor and mare go at it like mad. He's got two more in his stable, better horses to look at; but that's the one to go." "I wonder how he affords such animals." "They say he has a way of buying them lame, and a wonderful knack of setting them up again. They all go, anyhow." "Will you say to your mistress, that I should like very much if she would come to me here."