" They drove into a courtyard strewn with gravel and bright with flowers, in which two laborers were at work putting an edging of stones round the light mould of a flower bed, and drew up in a covered entry.

"Ah, they're here already!" said Anna, looking at the saddle horses, which were just being led away from the steps.

" It is a nice horse, isn't it? It's my cob; my favorite.

Lead him here and bring me some sugar.

Where is the count?" she inquired of two smart footmen who darted out.