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to i/ow, sir, I know," he hastens to add, 

 and you feel that you are glad he did say 

 this. Not that you are at all tetchy on the 

 subject of your weight ; but still, knowing 

 you have gone up a bit lately (merely tem- 

 porarily, you know), you don't want people 

 to imagine you are really getting heavy ; it's 

 too ridiculous. 



" And so to you, sir, I would say one 



hundred and seventy — guineas," he adds, 

 evidently judging from the expression of your 

 face that, like the Bard of Avon (not the 

 second in the Cesarewitch, by the way), you 

 might think "parting such sweet sorrow." 



A little further conversation ; another ad- 

 journment to Eufus's box, where you find 

 him contentedly munching a lock of sweet 

 hay ; Tom's aid requisitioned to remove the 

 blue flannel bandages from his legs, and per- 

 mit you to run your hands down them ; a 

 return to the office, and then the deal is 

 clinched by Mr. Nemo's remark — 



" I should like to see you with that horse, 

 sir, I should indeed, and I'll tell you for why. 



