“Be off!” said Mr. de Malassise, who did not like the look of the man; “we don’t want to buy it.”
“Would you just come and see it, noble sir? it is at my house, only two steps from here. It has the movements of a live horse.”
“No, No!”
“But you need not buy it, sir, if you would only come to see it. It is an extraordinary horse.”
“Papa, I want to see it,” said Eusèbe.
“No, no, my dear,” urged his father.
“Papa, I will go to see the horse,” and Eusèbe began to cry.
“Why oppose him, my dear?” said Mrs. de Malassise, “as he is so anxious to see the horse. Suppose he should have an attack of the nerves out here! what should we do?”
“There, you hear, papa; why do you oppose me? I’m going to have an attack of the nerves, I feel I am.”
“Oh, let us go and see the horse then, pray,” said Mr. de Malassise, resigning himself with rather a bad grace.