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"He's as cross as a bear with a sore head. He's a deal older than
I am, and a cousin and all that, but I'm not going to put up with
insolence. If it were anywhere else I should just go into the yard
and ask if I could have a horse and saddle as a matter of course."
"Roger has not a great establishment."
"I suppose he has a horse and saddle, and a man to get it ready. I
don't want anything grand."
"He is vexed because he sent twice to the station for you yesterday."
"I hate the kind of fellow who is always thinking of little
grievances. Such a man expects you to go like clockwork, and because
you are not wound up just as he is, he insults you. I shall ask him
for a horse as I would any one else, and if he does not like it, he
may lump it." About half an hour after this he found his cousin. "Can
I have a horse to ride over to Caversham this afternoon?" he said.
"Our horses never go out on Sunday," said Roger. Then he added, after
a pause, "You can have it. I'll give the order." Sir Felix would
be gone on Tuesday, and it should be his own fault if that odious
cousin ever found his way into Carbury House again! So he declared
to himself as Felix rode out of the yard; but he soon remembered how
probable it was that Felix himself would be the owner of Carbury. And
should it ever come to pass,--as still was possible,--that Henrietta
should be the mistress of Carbury, he could hardly forbid her to
receive her brother. He stood for a while on the bridge watching his
cousin as he cantered away upon the road, listening to the horse's
feet. The young man was offensive in every possible way. Who does not
know that ladies only are allowed to canter their friends' horses
upon roads? A gentleman trots his horse, and his friend's horse.
Roger Carbury had but one saddle horse,--a favourite old hunter
that he loved as a friend. And now this dear old friend, whose legs
probably were not quite so good as they once were, was being galloped
along the hard road by that odious cub! "Soda and brandy!" Roger
exclaimed to himself almost aloud, thinking of the discomfiture of
that early morning. "He'll die some day of delirium tremens in a
hospital!"
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