He smiled ironically, looking at the raven horse, and was already deciding in his own mind that this smart trotter in the _char-a-banc_ was only good for _promenade_, and wouldn't do thirty miles straight off in the heat.

The peasants had all got up from the cart and were inquisitively and mirthfully staring at the meeting of the friends, making their comments on it.

"They're pleased, too; haven't seen each other for a long while," said the curly-headed old man with the bast round his hair.