I had been standing in this manner about five minutes, when I saw the jockey enter the yard, accompanied by another individual. They advanced directly towards me. 'Here is my lord come to look at the horse, young man,' said the jockey. My lord, {224} as the jockey called him, was a tall figure of about five-and-thirty. He had on his head a hat somewhat rusty, and on his back a surtout of blue rather the worse for wear. His forehead, if not high, was exceedingly narrow; his eyes were brown, with a rat-like glare in them; the nose was rather long, and the mouth very wide; the cheek-bones high, and the cheeks, as to hue and consistency, exhibiting very much the appearance of a withered red apple; there was a gaunt expression of hunger in the whole countenance. He had scarcely glanced at the horse, when drawing in his cheeks, he thrust out his lips very much after the manner of a baboon, when he sees a piece of sugar held out towards him. 'Is this horse yours?' said he, suddenly turning towards me, with a kind of smirk. 'It's my horse,' said I; 'are you the person who wishes to make a honest penny by it?' 'How!' said he, drawing up his head with a very consequential look, and speaking with a very haughty tone, 'what do you mean?' We looked at each other full in the face; after a few moments the muscles of the mouth of him of the hungry look began to move violently, the face was puckered into innumerable wrinkles, and the eyes became half closed. 'Well,' said I, 'have you ever seen me before? I suppose you are asking yourself that question.' 'Excuse me, sir,' said he, dropping his lofty look, and speaking in a very subdued and civil tone, 'I have never had the honour of seeing you before, that is'--said he, slightly glancing at me again, and again moving the muscles of his mouth--'no, I have never seen you before,' he added, making me a low bow, 'I have never had that pleasure; my business with you at present is to inquire the lowest price you are willing to take for this horse. My agent here informs me that you ask one hundred and fifty pounds, which I can't think of giving; the horse is a showy horse, but look, my dear sir, he has a defect here, and there in his near fore-leg I observe something which looks very like a splint--yes, upon my credit,' said he, touching the animal, 'he has a splint, or something which will end in one. A hundred and fifty pounds, sir! What could have induced you ever to ask anything like that for this animal? I protest that, in my time, I have frequently bought a better for ---. Who are you, sir? I am in treaty for this horse,' said he to a man who had come up whilst he was talking, and was now looking into the horse's mouth. 'Who am I?' said the man, still looking into the horse's mouth--'who am I? his lordship asks me. Ah, I see, close on five,' said he, releasing the horse's jaws, and looking at me. This new comer was a thin, wiry-made individual, with wiry curling brown hair; his face was dark,