If fellows want horses let them buy them.' 'But some fellows haven't got any money, Dolly.' 'Then they ought to go tick.

I don't think I've paid for any of mine I've bought this season.

There was somebody here yesterday--' 'What! here at the club ?' 'Yes; followed me here to say he wanted to be paid for something! It was horses, I think because of the fellow's trousers.' 'What did you say ?' 'Me! Oh, I didn't say anything.' 'And how did it end ?' 'When he'd done talking I offered him a cigar, and while he was biting off the end went upstairs.

I suppose he went away when he was tired of waiting.' 'I'll tell you what, Dolly; I wish you'd let me ride two of yours for a couple of days,--that is, of course, if you don't want them yourself.
You ain't tight now, at any rate.' 'No; I ain't tight,' said Dolly, with melancholy acquiescence.
'I mean that I wouldn't like to borrow your horses without your remembering all about it.

Nobody knows as well as you do how awfully done up I am.