Mr. Richmond followed William downstairs.
“You wish to see me?” he asked, glancing toward Mr. Holden.
“Yes, about the horse you were looking at this morning.”
“I have concluded not to take him,” said the other, coldly.
“You didn't buy of Sam Nichols, did you?”
“No; his horse did not suit me.”
“You haven't any other in your eye, have you?” asked Mr. Holden.
“No.”
“Then, hadn't you better look at mine again?” he said, persuasively.
“It would be of no use.”