Dunsey took him to the hunt to sell him for me the other day, and after he'd made a bargain for a hundred and twenty with Bryce, he went after the hounds, and took some fool's leap or other that did for the horse at once.

If it hadn't been for that, I should have paid you a hundred pounds this morning." The Squire had laid down his knife and fork, and was staring at his son in amazement, not being sufficiently quick of brain to form a probable guess as to what could have caused so strange an inversion of the paternal and filial relations as this proposition of his son to pay him a hundred pounds.
"The truth is, sir--I'm very sorry--I was quite to blame," said Godfrey.

"Fowler did pay that hundred pounds.

He paid it to me, when I was over there one day last month.

And Dunsey bothered me for the money, and I let him have it, because I hoped I should be able to pay it you before this." The Squire was purple with anger before his son had done speaking, and found utterance difficult.