_Enter two horsey-looking Men as though in search of something._

_First Horsey Man_. Ah, here you are. Well, look 'ere, are you going to take Thirty Pounds for that horse o' yourn? Yes or No!

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_C.G._ (_turning upon them with dignity_). _No_, Sir; most emphatically _No!_ I've told you before I will not sell him to you at _any_ price. Have the goodness to leave us--_at once_, I'm engaged with my friend here.

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[_Horsey Men turn away despondently. Enter hurriedly, a shabby-looking Groom._

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_Groom_. Oh, look here, Mister--er--er--wot's yer name? His Lordship wants to know whether you'll take his offer of Thirty-five Pounds--_or_ Guineas--for that roan. He wouldn't offer as much, only it happens jest to match--

_C.G._ (_with great decisiveness_). Inform his Lordship, with my compliments, that I regret to be entirely unable to entertain his proposition.

_Groom_. Oh, _very_ well. But I wish you'd jest step out and tell his Lordship so yerself. He's jest round the corner at the 'otel entrance, a flicking of his boots, as irritated as a blue-bottle caught in a cowcumber frame.

_C.G._ Oh, _certainly_, with pleasure. (_To I.P._) If you'll excuse me, Sir, just one moment, I'll step out and speak to his Lordship.

_Horsey Person_ (_making a rush at I.P. as soon as C.G. has disappeared, speaking in a breathless hurry_). Now lookye here, guv'nor--sharp's the word! He'll be back in arf a jiff. _You buy that 'oss!_ He won't sell it to _us_, bust 'im; but you've got 'im in a string, you 'ave. He'll sell it to _you_ for eighteen quid--p'raps sixteen. _Buy_ it, Sir, buy it! We'll be outside, by the pub at the corner, my pal and me, and--(_producing notes_)--we'll take it off you agen for _thirty pounds_, and glad o' the charnce. We want it pertikler, we do, and you can 'elp us, and put ten quid in your own pocket too as easy as be blowed. Ah! here he is! Mum's the word! Round the corner by the pub! [_Exeunt hurriedly._

_Clerical Gent_ (_blandly_). Ah! _that's_ settled. His Lordship was angry, but I was firm. Take _Bogey_ back to the stable, TOM--_unless_, of course--(_looking significantly at Inexperienced Person_).

_Inexperienced Person_ (_hesitating_). Well, I'm not sure but what the animal would suit me, and--ahem!--if you care to trust it to me--