He led him out,—rode him,—and Mr. Deuce asked the Doctor what his price was. The Doctor said, "John, what did you say the horse was worth?"
"Ninety guineas, sir, and not a farthing less. I would not let the gentleman have him for one guinea less."
"Will you order him to be sent to my house on Blackheath?"
"Shall I ride him there now, and bring back your cheque?" said John Tattsall.
"You may, if you please, my man."
John bowed, and after ascertaining the name of the abode, Billiter house, Blackheath, he rode off.
"In what name, Doctor, shall I write the cheque?" for, presuming that the Doctor was not professionally a horse dealer, though he considered that he had bought the horse of him, he had a mind to see if he shrunk at all from the responsibility.
The Doctor replied, "In the name of the very man who delivers him, John Tattsall; and I hope the horse will suit you, sir, and do you good."
"There," said Mr. Deuce to his friend Ryecross, "what say you now to the Doctor dealer? hey! Is not my deal with him this day sufficient to convict him before any bench of Magistrates in all the counties of England. If I do not take the shine out of this Doctor Gambado, then say that Simon Deuce knows nothing of the law."
When they got home, the horse had arrived.