The Unspeakable Gentleman

I mounted unmolested, as I somehow knew I should, and helped her up behind me. Somehow with that first crash on our front door, I knew that the game had turned. I knew that nothing would stop me. An odd sense of exaltation came over me, and with it a strange desire to laugh. It would be amusing enough when I met my father, but I wondered--I wondered as I clapped my heels into my horse's flanks. What had my uncle to do in this affair.