“He wants him for a good family horse for his wife to drive,” and Abner Holden burst into a laugh.
“Perhaps he's anxious to become a widower,” said Mrs. Bickford.
“No; the fact is he thinks the horse is gentle.”
“You told him so, I suppose?”
“Of course, I did.”
“Knowing it to be false?”
“Shut up, Mrs. Bickford. You know all is fair in trade.”
“No, I don't, Mr. Holden. To my mind, a lie's just as much a lie in trade as in anything else. I suppose the man trusted to your recommendation.”
“Suppose he did. I got cheated on the horse, and I've got to get rid of it, somehow. As it is, I shall make a handsome profit.”
“Well, Mr. Holden, all I've got to say is, I am glad I haven't got as tough a conscience as you have.”