92 CONFESSIONS OF A HORSE DE\LRR. 



Belgravia of Manchester, Higher and Lower Brough- 

 ton. 



These gentlemen, however, on this particular evening 

 were more interested in watching the arrival of race- 

 horses, and discussing their merits, than in their custo- 

 mary pastime on the bowling-green. Amongst this party 

 was one of the " agent's " many victims, who had given 

 58 for a " roarer" at the sale, and when his eyes rested 

 upon the visage of Denny, they flashed with excitement, 

 wonder, and surprise. Denny noticed this, but still did 

 not recognise the gentleman as one of the purchasers at 

 the sale. He, however, thought there was danger in 

 the wind, and became alarmed. 



" Whose horses are these, my man: 7 ' said the victim. 



Denny, "Mr. Dunlevy's, sur." 



Victim, " Was Mr, Dunlevy ever in Manchester be- 

 fore ?" 



Denny. " Th'roth *an he was, sur." 



Victim. " Were you with him when he sold a lot of 

 horses by action in Manchester ?" 



Denny. " Yes, sur, but I had nothing to do wid that 

 business." 



Victim. "I didn't say you had; they belonged to 

 an Irish nobleman, I think, if I remember right." 



Denny. "Yes, sur." 



Victim. " Well, I bought a horse at that sale, which 

 turned out very well, and I want another to carry me 

 with hounds this season; I am very partial to Irish 

 horses, and perhaps your master would not object to 



