"I? Bless your honour, I am no fool."
"Bunting!"
"Sir."
"You forget yourself."
"Augh!"
"So you don't think I should have lent the horse?"
"Sartainly not."
"On occasions like these, every man ought to take care of himself?
Prudence before generosity?"
"Of a sartainty, Sir."
"Dismount, then,—I want my horse. You may shift with the lame one."