Together they went out into the sunshine of the Paddock Close.
He stood a moment, filling his chest, and looking up toward the green wall of the Downs.
"Let's go slow," he said.
She accommodated herself to his stroll.
"By Jove," he said slowly. "It is a delight to get down here again. And I don't feel anything's changed really."
"Nor has it really," replied the girl.
CHAPTER XXXI
God Almighty's Mustang
Jim Silver turned out of the yard into the office.
As the young man entered, the old trainer sat dumped in his chair, rosy, bald, with innocent blue eyes, like a baby without a bib, waiting for its bottle. His round head was deeper between his shoulders than of old, and his pink face was strained and solicitous.