"I hope you had a good day."
"Awful," Dennis Brown admitted. "We ought to have had five nice wins on form. But they weren't trying, Joan. The way Camomile was pulled. I expected to see his neck shut up like a concertina."
"Never mind, boys," said Sir Chichester. "You'll get it back before Friday."
Harold Jupp shook his head doubtfully.
"Never sure about flat-racing. Jumping's the only thing for the poor and honest backer."
Joan Wentworth looked about her regretfully.
"I understand now why you have all come back so early."
Miranda Brown ran impulsively to her. She was as pretty as a picture, and spoke as a rule in a series of charming explosions. At this moment she was deeply wronged.
"Yes, Joan," she cried. "They would go! And I know that I have backed the winner for the last race."
Dennis Brown contemplated his wife with amazement.