The Rider in Khaki: A Novel

Produced by Al Haines
Copyright, 1918, by
All rights reserved
Do you think he will marry her? asked Harry Morby.
Does anybody know what he will do, replied Vincent Newport, discussing their host Alan Chesney, of Trent Park, a beautiful estate in Nottinghamshire, close to the Dukeries, Sherwood Forest, and the picturesque village of Ollerton.
In the billiard room they had just finished a game of a hundred up, it was an even battle but Morby won by a few points; they were Chesney's friends, captains in the same regiment—the Guards—from which Alan Chesney resigned his commission some twelve months ago. Why he resigned was best known to himself; they had not heard the reason; nobody in the regiment appeared to have any idea.
She's a splendid woman, said Harry, with a sigh.
Granted, perhaps one of the most conspicuous of the reigning beauties. It may not be a question of will he marry her but whether she will have him if he asks her, answered Vincent.
Harry Morby shook his head.
She'll marry him right enough. Why not? By Jove, Vin, what a handsome couple they'd make! he said.
Yes, but I doubt if it would be a happy union, said Vincent.
Good Lord, man, why shouldn't it be? They'd have everything they wanted: money on both sides, estates close together, many things in common, love of racing, sport in general, hunting in particular; they're made for each other.