The old coachman, who had been waiting with his own horse, now joined them, Esther was lifted on hers, and they made their way through another part of the park; her discomfort did not subside when she saw in retrospect that the others were walking down the hill to the village together; even her servant did not do much to her with his remarks about Miss Dorset's great wisdom as a rider, which he had observed with an interest almost equal to her own.
"It's a pleasure to see a lady with such a good heart for riding!" he said. "I never see someone who sits better on a horse. She didn't seem to have a thought of fear. Very different from you, Miss, when you started, six years ago the next Easter is coming. Lord bless you! how you trembled when Sir Thomas let you dress for the first time!"
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