Adams. I don't know how you can expect to see it, Sir, without you look inside of the 'oof for it.
Und. (to himself). It's not alive—it's something inside the hoof. I suppose I ought to have known that. (Aloud.) Just so; but I see no necessity for looking inside the hoof.
Check. In course he don't, or he'd ha' looked the very fust thing, with all his experience. I 'ope you're satisfied now, Adams?
Adams. I can't say as I am. I say as no man can examine a 'orse thoroughly at that distance, be he who he may. And whether I'm right or wrong, it 'ud be more of a satisfaction to me if Mr. Undershell was to step in and see the 'oof for himself.
Check. Well, there's sense in that, and I dessay Mr. Undershell won't object to obliging you that far.
Und. (with reluctance). Oh, with pleasure, if you make a point of it.
[He enters the loose box delicately.
Adams (picking up one of the horse's feet). Now, tell me how this 'ere 'oof strikes you.
Und. (to himself). That hoof can't; but I'm not so sure about the others. (Aloud, as he inspects it.) Well—er—it seems to me a very nice hoof.
Adams (grimly). I was not arsking your opinion of it as a work of Art, Sir. Do you see any narrering coming on, or do you not? That's what I should like to get out of you!