‘Number ten,’ said the young man. ‘Is that so, sir?’
It was so. Richard nodded. Loud applause.
‘Is the holder of the card a married man?’
The mare shook her head. Laughter.
‘He is a bachelor?’
The mare lowered her head. More laughter.
‘Will he ever be married?’
The mare lowered her head again. Loud laughter.
‘Soon?’
Again the mare signed an affirmative. Shrieks of laughter.