'DEAR MR. SPONGE,
'You are quite mistaken in supposing that I ever insinuated anything
against _you_ with regard to the horse. I said _he_ was a beast, and it
seems Lord Bullfrog admits it. However, never mind anything more about him,
though I am equally obliged to you for the trouble you have taken. The fact
is, I have parted with him.
'We are having capital sport; never go out but we kill, sometimes a brace,
sometimes a leash of foxes. Hoping you are recovered from the effects of
your ride through the window, and will soon rejoin us, believe me, dear Mr.
Sponge,
'Yours very sincerely,
'W. WAFFLES.'
To which Mr. Sponge shortly after rejoined as follows:
'BANTAM HOTEL, BOND STREET.
'DEAR WAFFLES,
'Yours to hand--I am glad to receive a disclaimer of any unworthy
imputations respecting the brown horse. Such insinuations are only for
horse-dealers, not for men of high gentlemanly feeling.
'I am sorry to say we have not got out of the horse as I hoped. Lord
Bullfrog, who is a most cantankerous fellow, insists upon having him back,
according to the terms of my letter; I must therefore trouble you to hunt
him up, and let us accommodate his lordship with him again.
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