“How?” said he, drawing up his head with a very consequential look, and speaking with a very haughty tone.  “What do you mean?” We looked at each other full in the face.  “My agent here informs me that you ask one hundred and fifty pounds, which I cannot think of giving.  The horse is a showy horse.  But look, my dear sir, he has a defect here, and in his near foreleg I observe something which looks very much like a splint!  Yes, upon my credit, he has a splint, or something which will end in one!  A hundred and fifty pounds, sir!  What could have induced you to ask anything like that for this animal?  I protest—­Who are you, sir?  I am in treaty for this horse,” said he, turning to a man who had come up whilst he was talking, and was now looking into the horse’s mouth.

“Who am I?” said the man, still looking into the horse’s mouth.  “Who am I? his lordship asks me.  Ah, I see, close on five,” said he, releasing the horse’s jaws.

Close beside him stood a tall youth in a handsome riding dress, and wearing a singular green hat with a high peak.

“What do you ask for him?” said the man.

“A hundred and fifty,” said I.

“I shouldn’t mind giving it to you,” said he.

“You will do no such thing,” said his lordship.  “Sir,” said he to me, “I must give you what you ask.”

“No,” said I; “had you come forward in a manly and gentlemanly manner to purchase the horse I should have been happy to sell him to you; but after all the fault you have found with him I would not sell him to you at any price.”

His lordship, after a contemptuous look at me and a scowl at the jockey, stalked out.

“And now,” said the other, “I suppose I may consider myself as the purchaser of this here animal for this young gentleman?”

“By no means,” said I.  “I am utterly unacquainted with either of you.”

“Oh, I have plenty of vouchers for my respectability!” said he.  And, thrusting his hand into his bosom, he drew out a bundle of notes.  “These are the kind of things which vouch best for a man’s respectability.”

“Not always,” said I; “sometimes these kind of things need vouchers for themselves.”  The man looked at me with a peculiar look.  “Do you mean to say that these notes are not sufficient notes?” said he; “because, if you do, I shall take the liberty of thinking that you are not over civil; and when I thinks a person is not over and above civil I sometimes takes off my coat; and when my coat is off——­”

“You sometimes knock people down,” I added.  “Well, whether you knock me down or not, I beg leave to tell you that I am a stranger in this fair, and shall part with the horse to nobody who has no better guarantee for his respectability than a roll of bank-notes, which may be good or not for what I know, who am not a judge of such things.”

“Oh, if you are a stranger here,” said the man, “you are quite right to be cautious, queer things being done in this fair.  But I suppose if the landlord of the house vouches for me and my notes you will have no objection to part with the horse to me?”