My poor head has so many
things to work upon that I had forgotten it; and you're never any good at
thinking of things."
"I didn't know that gentlemen wanted ponies for shooting."
"I wonder what you do know? Of course there must be a pony."
"I suppose you'll want two?"
"No, I sha'n't. You don't suppose that men always go riding about. But I
want one. What had I better do?" Miss Macnulty suggested that Gowran
should be consulted. Now Gowran was the steward, and bailiff, and manager,
and factotum about the place, who bought a cow or sold one if occasion
required, and saw that nobody stole anything, and who knew the boundaries
of the farms, and all about the tenants, and looked after the pipes when
frost came, and was an honest, domineering, hard-working, intelligent
Scotchman, who had been brought up to love the Eustaces, and who hated his
present mistress with all his heart. He did not leave her service, having
an idea in his mind that it was now the great duty of his life to save
Portray from her ravages. Lizzie fully returned the compliment of the
hatred, and was determined to rid herself of Andy Gowran's services as
soon as possible.
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