Salter eyed his reflection in the glass dismally, and made no movement to obey. After a moment my lord swung round.

“Well! What are you standing there for? Didn’t you hear me?”

“Ay, sir, I did, but⁠—your pardon, sir⁠—but do ye think ’tis wise to ride today for⁠—for the first time?”

The file slammed down on to the table.

“I am riding to Horley this afternoon!” said his master dangerously.

“ ’Tis a matter of fifteen miles or so, your honour. Hadn’t ye better⁠—”

“Damn you, Jim, be quiet!”

Salter gave it up.