“How provoking!—how terribly provoking!” exclaimed Mrs. Kennyfeck.
“I declare, I think them handsomer than ever,” said Miss Kennyfeck, as she surveyed the two well-matched and highly-bred ponies.
“Who bought them?” asked Mrs. Kennyfeck.
“I am the fortunate individual, or rather the unhappy one, who excites such warm regrets,” said Mr Linton, as he lounged on the door of the carriage. “I would I were Rothschild, or his son, or his godson, to beg your acceptance of them.”
“What did you give for them, Mr. Linton?” asked Mrs. Kennyfeck.
“How unfair to ask; and you, too, who understand these things so well.”
“I want to purchase them,” said she, laughing; “that was my reason.”
“To you, then, the price is what I have just paid,—a hundred and fifty.”
“How cheap!”
“Absolutely for nothing. I bought them on no other account. I really do not want such an equipage.”