Horse-dealer, exhibiting a superb animal to probable customer:—
“Take this one, sir. He’s a splendid trotter. Mount him at four in the morning at Madrid, and you’ll be at Alcalá at five.”
“He won’t suit me.”
“Why not?”
“What should I do at five o’clock in the morning at Alcalá where I know nobody?”
“The deuce! I do feel bad.”
“What’s the matter.”
“I ate a steak of horse-flesh and it’s going round and round in my inside.”