“Why, I rather think I had better ride.”
“True, true, I forgot your Bucephalus. You are a foolish lad, by the by, for purchasing the brute outright; you should stick to eighteenpence a side, if you will trust any creature’s legs in preference to your own.”
“Why, as the horse’s have the advantage of moving considerably faster, and are, besides, two pair to one, I own I incline”—
“Enough said—enough said—do as you please. Well then, I’ll bring either Grizel or the minister, for I love to have my full pennyworth out of post-horses—and we meet at Tirlingen turnpike on Friday, at twelve o’clock precisely. “—And with this ageement the friends separated.
CHAPTER SEVENTEENTH.
Of seats they tell, where priests, ‘mid tapers dim,
Breathed the warm prayer, or tuned the midnight hymn
To scenes l
