Lutyens said nothing to his men, because it had all been said before.
Lutyens felt the little chap take a deep breath, and, as it were, crouch under his rider.
"'Looks like it," said Grey Dawn, as Lutyens swung himself up.
They are designed by the great architect Lutyens, whose wife, Lady Emily, is an ardent theosophist.
The Maltese Cat had put his nose into the front of Lutyens' shirt and was trying to say how sorry he was.
As Lutyens mounted Grey Dawn he looked at his men, and they did not look pretty.