Georgiana.
No, it doesn’t, it belongs to me!
Sir Tristram.
George!
Georgiana.
Yes, directly I saw Dandy Dick marched out before the auctioneer I asked John Fielder to help me, and he did, like a Briton. For I can’t live without horseflesh, if it’s only a piece of cat’s meat on a skewer. But when I condescended to keep company with the Canons and the Bishop here I promised Augustin that I wouldn’t own anything on four legs, so John sold you half of Dick, and I can swear I don’t own a horse—and I don’t—not a whole one. But half a horse is better than no bread, Tris—and we’re partners.
Sir Tristram.
[Roaring with laughter.] Ho! ho! ha! ha! ha!
Georgiana.