"From all I've heard about racing," said Felicity, "if he wants to know that, he'd better wait till it's run."
"Oh, Felicity, don't cast a sort of damper on the thing before him! Perhaps he'll be converted. He may take it quite seriously now. It would do him good, he's so matter-of-fact."
At this moment a very loud and hearty laugh was heard, and Captain Henderson appeared through the beaded curtain and joined them.
"What a long time you've been," said Vera.
"She's a pretty girl," said Captain Henderson.
"Any success?" asked Felicity.
"She saw some horses in the crystal. But as she didn't know their names, it was no earthly use to me. Says I'll back the winner for a place, though. She's got second-rate sight—second sight, I mean."
"A great many of these old Highland families have," said Felicity seriously, to please Vera.
"Have they, though? She says she's half Irish," said Henderson, with his characteristic puzzled look. "She's been telling my character too—reading between the lines, you know, the lines on my hand. She doesn't seem to think much of me, Mrs. Ogilvie." He laughed again.
"As soon as she's had some tea," said Vera, ringing, "you must go in, Felicity. We mustn't tire her. It's frightfully exhausting work."