_Ang._ (_meekly_). No, dear, of course not. But don't let's talk any
more about it. There are so many things it's no use trying to explain.

* * * * *

HOW IT'S DONE.

(_A HAND-BOOK TO HONESTY._)

NO. VII.--SELLING A HORSE.

[Illustration]

SCENE I.--_A Horse-Sale. Inexperienced Person, in search of a
cheap but sound animal for business purposes, looking on in
a nervous and undecided manner, half tempted to bid for the
horse at present under the hammer. To him approaches a grave
and closely-shaven personage, in black garments, of clerical
cut, a dirty-white tie, and a crush felt hat._

_Clerical Gent_. They are running that flea-bitten grey up pretty
well, are they not. Sir?

_Inexperienced Person_. Ahem! ye-es, I suppose they are. I--er--was
half thinking of bidding myself, but it's going a bit beyond me, I
fear.

_C.G._ Ah, plant, Sir--to speak the language of these horsey
vulgarians--a regular plant! You are better out of it, believe me.