But his pride would not let him recommence the conversation otherwise than by continuing the quarrel.

Dunstan was waiting for this, and took his ale in shorter draughts than usual.
"It's just like you," Godfrey burst out, in a bitter tone, "to talk about my selling Wildfire in that cool way--the last thing I've got to call my own, and the best bit of horse-flesh I ever had in my life.
And if you'd got a spark of pride in you, you'd be ashamed to see the stables emptied, and everybody sneering about it.

But it's my belief you'd sell yourself, if it was only for the pleasure of making somebody feel he'd got a bad bargain." "Aye, aye," said Dunstan, very placably, "you do me justice, I see.
You know I'm a jewel for 'ticing people into bargains.

For which reason I advise you to let _me_ sell Wildfire.

I'd ride him to the hunt to-morrow for you, with pleasure.