"We gyptians always say so when we see anything that we admire.

An animal like that is not intended for a little hare like me, but for some grand gentleman like yourself.

I say, brother, do you buy that horse!" "How should I buy the horse, you foolish person ?" said I.

"Buy the horse, brother," said Mr.Petulengro; "if you have not the money I can lend it you, though I be of lower Egypt." "You talk nonsense," said I; "however, I wish you would ask the man the price of it." Mr.Petulengro, going up to the jockey, inquired the price of the horse--the man, looking at him scornfully, made no reply.

"Young man," said I, going up to the jockey, "do me the favour to tell me the price of that horse, as I suppose it is to sell." The jockey, who was a surly-looking man of about fifty, looked at me for a moment, then, after some hesitation, said laconically, "Seventy." "Thank you," said I, and turned away.