mr. tatton. Now, we'll say no more about that bet, but I was right.
lord john. Do you know, Mr. Tatton, that I have a temper to lose?
mr. tatton. What the devil does that matter to me, sir . . . my lord?
lord john. I owe you a saddle and bridle.
mr. tatton. You'll oblige me by taking the mare.
lord john. We'll discuss it to-morrow.
mr. tatton. I've said all I have to say.
george. The whole matter's ridiculous!
mr. tatton. I see the joke. Good-night, Lady Cottesham, and I kiss your hand.