"Furgeson?" said Gilderman. Then he remembered that he had commissioned him to buy the roan mare. "Oh yes," he said. "Show him into the study and tell him I'll be down directly." Furgeson must have bought Lady Maybell at the sale, then. As Gilderman recollected the beautiful horse and thought that she was now his own, he felt a distinct and positive ray of pleasure shoot athwart the gloomy mood of his mind. Lady Maybell was something worth having, at any rate--something that would bring a wholesome pleasure to him. "What does Furgeson come to see you about, Henry?" asked Mrs. Gilderman. "Well, I intended it for a surprise," said Gilderman, "but I may as well tell you now. He went down to the sale at Mountain Brook Farm yesterday. I sent him down to buy Lady Maybell. There was a pair of road-horses, too, I thought would do for the Graystone stable." "Lady Maybell!" cried out Mrs. Gilderman. "Oh, I'm so glad you've bought Lady Maybell, Henry." Gilderman laughed. "Don't be in too much of a hurry, my dear. Maybe Furgeson hasn't bought the horse, after all." He felt sure in his own mind, however, that his agent had bought the horse, and it made him very happy to think of it. He clung to the sense of pleasure all the more closely because he recognized that it made him forget that other thing. It was something pleasant, and he let himself take pleasure in it. He finished his cup of coffee and then went down into the study. Furgeson was sitting by the table, silently and patiently awaiting his coming. He arose as Gilderman came in, and stood holding his hat in his hand. "Well, Furgeson," said Gilderman, "I suppose you bought Lady Maybell yesterday. Where is she? At the stable?" "Why--no, sir," said Furgeson, "I didn't buy her." Gilderman stood, suddenly struck motionless. Not buy the horse! What did the man mean? Why had he not bought the horse? Had there been no sale? Then the dreadful thought grew slowly into his mind. Was it possible that Lady Maybell was not to be his, after all--that he had missed obtaining what he wanted? "What!" he cried out, "you didn't buy the horse as I told you to do? Why didn't you buy her?" "Why, you see, Mr. Gilderman," said Furgeson, "Dawson--that's Mr. Dorman-Webster's man--was there. He ran the price up against me until six thousand dollars was bid. The horse ain't worth the half of that, and I was afraid to go any more."