I do like the donkey so much--I do indeed." "But he won't go," said Sir Louis.

"And for a person who rides like you, Miss Thorne--such a horsewoman you know--why, you know, Lady Scatcherd, it's positively ridiculous; d---- absurd, you know." And then, with an angry look at his mother, he mounted his horse, and was soon leading the way down the avenue.
"Miss Thorne," said he, pulling himself up at the gate, "if I had known that I was to be so extremely happy as to have found you here, I would have brought you down the most beautiful creature, an Arab.
She belongs to my friend Jenkins; but I wouldn't have stood at any price in getting her for you.

By Jove! if you were on that mare, I'd back you, for style and appearance, against anything in Hyde Park." The offer of this sporting wager, which naturally would have been very gratifying to Mary, was lost upon her, for Sir Louis had again unwittingly got on in advance, but he stopped himself in time to hear Mary again declare her passion was a donkey.
"If you could only see Jenkins's little mare, Miss Thorne! Only say one word, and she shall be down here before the week's end.

Price shall be no obstacle--none whatever.

By Jove, what a pair you would be!" This generous offer was repeated four or five times; but on each occasion Mary only half heard what was said, and on each occasion the baronet was far too much in advance to hear Mary's reply.