The stable is at Chantilly and it belongs to her family.
Nothing here is in a hurry. The horse has never once been asked to be, and the habit has spread to the grooms, to the light through the high windows, to the woman in the good suit who has been standing at his shoulder for a while now without saying anything.
They revere each other. It is not the affection people describe when they talk about animals. It is closer to the regard between two people who have each decided the other is worth the trouble.
She comes at the same hour. He knows the hour better than she does.