England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Mate selection -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"Me and Bunting could wake ’em up some," he said. "I’d like Bunting if
he’d only get rid of the notion that horses are everything. I hope to
see the time when there won’t be any except in parks, running wild like
deer."
It was an awful notion, and it was a wonder that he and Bunting got on
without fighting.
"My lady _uses_ your bloomin’ tracking engine," said Tim,
contemptuously, "but she _loves_ ’orses. You can’t give carrots to your
old thing, and it ain’t got no smooth and silky muzzle to pat. Faugh!
the smell of it makes me sick; give me the ’ealthy hodour of the stable,
Smith!"
"Find me a horse that’d carry her and me a hundred and twenty miles in
three hours and damn the expense in fines," replied Smith, "and I’m with
you. My lady loves this car a’most as much as I do. Who can catch her
and me, flying along? Let ’em come, let ’em try, and I’ll put her out to
the top notch and let her sizzle. You come out and try, Tim; one drive
and you’ll be another man, looking on horses as what they are, mere
animals and not up to date. My lady’s up to date and beyond it."
"When I go in your bally machine hit’ll be by my lady’s horders," said
Timothy, "and it’ll be tryin’ my hallegiance very ’ard. Come and ’ave a
drink, if you hain’t too advanced for that! ’Ave you been chased lately
as you brought my lady ’ome?"
"I thought I was," replied Smith, "but I shook ’em off. I’m egging her
on to get a ninety-horse in case. That young cousin of hers let on to
me that she’ll be followed up some day, and I told her. She’ll do it!"
"I wonder what’s her game?" said Tim. "Blowed if I hunderstand."
"So far’s I see," replied Smith, "it’s a general notion that a party’s
private biz is their private biz. And the others says it isn’t, and
there’s where the trouble begins. I agree with her in a measure, don’t
you?"
"I agrees with my lady hevery time," said Tim. "She’s a sweet lady, and,
my word, if I didn’t I’d get the sack, which I don’t want. What she
says she sticks to, bein’ in that different to hany woman I never met.
That’s what the trouble is, that and reformin’ lovers and husbands and
law and so hon!"
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