So he spent the second night at the King's Arms, in Leeds, leaving himself with only some twenty more miles to cover. He was an extremely healthy young man, and since he spent a great part of his time in all the more energetic forms of sport it was hard to tire him out, but two very long days in a post-chaise had made him feel as weary as he was bored. The chaise was his own, and very well-sprung, but it was also very lightly built, which, while it made for speed, meant that it bounded over the inequalities of the road in a manner not at all conducive to repose. Midway through the second day he remarked to Tain that he wished he could exchange places with one of the post-boys. Quite shocked, Tain said incredulously: 'Exchange places with a post-boy, my lord?' 'Yes, for he at least has something to do. Though I daresay I shouldn't care to be obliged to wear a leg-iron,' he added reflectively. 'No, my lord,' said Tain, primly. 'Certainly not! A very unbecoming thing for any gentleman to do!' 'Also uncomfortable, don't you think?' suggested Desford, gently quizzing him.
