horse, to a quiet, considerate sort o' gent like yourself, who wants
to _work_ his animal, not to wear it out, is worth forty pound, every
penny of it--and cheap at the price!

_I.P._ Thanks! And--ah--what _is_ the figure?

_C.G._ Why--ah--eighteen--no, dash it!--sixteen _to you_, and say no
more about it.

[_Inexperienced Person closes with the offer, hands notes
to Clerical Gent (who, under pressure of business, hurries
off), takes Bogey from the grinning groom-lad, leads
him--with difficulty--out into the street, searches vainly for
the two horsey Men, who, like "his Lordship," have utterly
and finally disappeared, and finds himself left alone in a
bye-thoroughfare with a "horse," which he cannot get along
anyhow, and which he is presently glad to part with to a
knacker for thirty shillings._

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[Illustration: TRIUMPHS OF THE FUNNY MAN.

_Hired Waiter_ (_handling the liqueurs_). "_PLEASE_, SIR, _DON'T_ MAKE
ME LAUGH--I SHALL SPILL 'EM ALL!"]

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WRITE AND WRONG.