The wily attorney finished his tumbler slowly, as if giving himself time for reflection, and then, smacking his lips in a preparatory manner, took a quick survey of the room with his piercing green eye.
"'A very sweet mare of yours that little mouse-colored one is, with the dip in the back; and she has a trifling curb--may be it's a spavin, indeed--in the near hind-leg.

You gave five-and-twenty for her, now, I'll be bound ?' "'Sixty guineas, as sure as my name's Dan,' said Shaugh, not at all pleased at the value put upon his hackney; 'and as to spavin and curb, I'll wager double the sum she has neither the slightest trace of one nor the other.' "'I'll not take the bet,' said Mat, dryly.

'Money's scarce in these parts.' "This hit silenced us both; and our friend continued,-- "'Then there's the bay horse,--a great strapping, leggy beast he is for a tilbury; and the hunters, worth nothing here; they don't know this country.
Them's neat pistols; and the tilbury is not bad--' "'Confound you!' said I, losing all patience; 'we didn't ask you here to appraise our movables.

We want to raise the wind without that.' "'I see, I perceive,' said Mat, taking a pinch of snuff very leisurely as he spoke,--'I see.

Well, that is difficult, very difficult just now.