chariot—Harry's view being that Job would make a good horse for him to beat, and would run faster than Gappa.
"It's well you can feel for the orphin child, Miss Lyon," said Mrs Holt, choosing an indirect answer rather than to humble herself by confessing fatigue before gentlemen who seemed to be taking her too lightly. "I didn't believe but what you'd behave pretty, as you always did to me, though everybody used to say you held yourself high. But I'm sure you never did to Felix, for you let him sit by you at the Free School before all the town, and him with never a bit of stock round his neck. And it shows you saw that in him worth taking notice of;—and it is but right, if you know my words are true, as you should speak for him to the gentlemen."
"I assure you, Mrs Holt," said Harold, coming to the rescue—"I assure you that enough has been said to make me use my best efforts for your son. And now, pray, go on to the house with the little boy and take some rest. Dominic, show Mrs Holt the way, and ask Mrs Hickes to make her comfortable, and see that somebody takes her back to Treby in the buggy."
"I will go back with Mrs Holt," said Esther, making an effort against herself.
