Apropos! horses! You must have English ones.

How many ?--three for the saddle, two for your 'coupe'?
I'll find them for you.

I will write to London to-morrow: Reese [Rice] is your man." "Spare yourself that trouble, my dear Frederic.

I keep no horses and no coupe.

I shall not change my apartment." As he said this, Rochebriant drew himself up somewhat haughtily.
"Faith," thought Lemercier, "is it possible that the Marquis is poor?
No.