This was such a poser to the dealer that he could only reply by asking, “Can I have a warranty with him?”
“To be sure you can,” said Margaret. “You may have a written one from me; or, if you like better to deal with my master, you may wait till he comes up, and then he’ll give you a character, and perhaps you’ll make a better bargain with him than you will with me.”
“Are you authorized to sell the horse?”
“To be sure I am, or else I should not stand here to talk with you about him.”
“Who does he belong to, young man?”
“He belongs to my master, Mr. Cook, of Ipswich, in Suffolk.”
“What do you want for him?”
“One hundred guineas.”
“May I take him for a trial?”
“Yes; when you have bought and paid for him. He is not to go out of my sight until I receive the money for him, or deliver the horse himself into my master’s charge.”