"It is _he_," she continued, pointing to Moro.
I felt as if I should sink into the earth. My embarrassment prevented
me for some time from replying. She noticed my hesitation, but remained
silent, awaiting my answer.
"Senorita," I stammered out at length, "that steed is a great
favourite--an old and tried friend. _If_ you desire--to possess him, he
is--he is at your service."
In emphasising the "if," I was appealing to her generosity. It was to
no purpose.
"Thank you," she replied coolly; "he shall be well cared for. No doubt
he will serve my purpose. _How is his mouth_?"