I shall look a burlesque."
The Manager glared at her.
"I quite believe you will," he snapped. "I suppose you think you're
going to do the leaping act in a court train and feathers! Is there
anything more you would like to suggest?"
The intended sarcasm was not a success. Arithelli considered gravely.
"I don't think so, thank you," she said at last. "But if I _do_ think
of anything else I'll tell you. And I _should_ like to see the horses."
She was filled with a genuine delight by the four cream-coloured
pure-bred Andalusians, El Rey, Don Quixote, Cavaliero and Don Juan.
They turned intelligent eyes upon her as she entered their stalls,
neighing gently as if they recognised a friend. Both the men
experienced the same feeling of surprise at her evident knowledge and
understanding of animals. In five minutes she had shown that she knew
as much about their harness and food as a competent groom.
The astute Manager, upon whom no sign of intelligence was wasted, saw a
good opportunity for getting a little extra work out of his youthful
leading lady.
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