I shouldn't look so handsome as you in the saddle, but it's the horse they'll bid for, and not the rider." "Yes, I daresay--trust my horse to you!" "As you please," said Dunstan, rapping the window-seat again with an air of great unconcern.

"It's _you_ have got to pay Fowler's money; it's none of my business.

You received the money from him when you went to Bramcote, and _you_ told the Squire it wasn't paid.

I'd nothing to do with that; you chose to be so obliging as to give it me, that was all.

If you don't want to pay the money, let it alone; it's all one to me.