‘Is it your own?’
‘Yes,’ said I, ‘I may call it my own, though I borrowed the money to purchase it.’
‘Well, why don’t you sell it?’
‘It is not always easy to find a purchaser for a horse like this,’ said I; ‘can you recommend me one?’
‘I? Why, no, not exactly: but you’ll find a purchaser shortly—pooh! If you have no other cause for disquiet than that horse, cheer up, man; don’t be cast down. Have you nothing else on your mind? By-the-by, what’s become of the young woman you were keeping company with in that queer lodging-place of yours?’
‘She has left me,’ said I.
‘You quarrelled, I suppose?’
‘No,’ said I, ‘we did not exactly quarrel, but we are parted.’
‘Well,’ replied he, ‘but you will soon come together again.’
‘No,’ said I; ‘we are parted for ever.’