And there's the cab too.
That would come to a deal of money." "I could fit you there, I daresay," said his friend.

"But come and look at the animal, anyhow." "Since I lost my own old pair, as was Mr.Coleman's," said Diamond's father, turning to accompany the cab-master, "I ain't almost got the heart to look a horse in the face.

It's a thousand pities to part man and horse." "So it is," returned his friend sympathetically.
But what was the ex-coachman's delight, when, on going into the stable where his friend led him, he found the horse he wanted him to buy was no other than his own old Diamond, grown very thin and bony and long-legged, as if they, had been doing what they could to fit him for Hansom work! "He ain't a Hansom horse," said Diamond's father indignantly.
"Well, you're right.

He ain't handsome, but he's a good un" said his owner.
"Who says he ain't handsome?
He's one of the handsomest horses a gentleman's coachman ever druv," said Diamond's father; remarking to himself under his breath--"though I says it as shouldn't"-- for he did not feel inclined all at once to confess that his own old horse could have sunk so low.
"Well," said his friend, "all I say is--There's a animal for you, as strong as a church; an'll go like a train, leastways a parly," he added, correcting himself.
But the coachman had a lump in his throat and tears in his eyes.

For the old horse, hearing his voice, had turned his long neck, and when his old friend went up to him and laid his hand on his side, he whinnied for joy, and laid his big head on his master's breast.