Suspecting that he wanted to talk to Isaac, as a change from blindly accusing him, she complied, but the inn was too small to afford such a luxury. Disappointed, she failed to appreciate a savoury bowl of cassoulet. By the evening he might have changed his mind again. The team the ostlers claimed to be their best was bad enough to try anyone’s temper. However, Felix chose to regard driving the four ill-matched, balky horses as a challenge to his skill. Despite his care in nursing them along, their uneven paces caused a trace to break. Knotting a makeshift repair with the aid of a spare whip-thong, he drove on, whereupon one of the horses shed a shoe. The next village they came to had no horses for hire so they had to stop at the smithy to have the horse reshod. Despite a generous tip, the blacksmith worked with excruciating slowness. Miriam could tell Felix’s patience, never remarkable, was wearing thin about the edges. By the time Isaac took over the driving at the next post-house, with a comparatively superb team at his service, she had come up with a plan to restore Felix to good humour: she asked him about curricle races he had driven in.
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