"Who will have it, then?"
"There are ever so many horses in the race," said Brooke. "I'm one."
"You're the favourite," said Stanbury.
"For the moment I am. Then there's yourself."
"I've been scratched, and am altogether out of the betting."
"And your sister," continued Brooke.
"She's only entered to run for the second money; and, if she'll trot over the course quietly, and not go the wrong side of the posts, she'll win that."
"She may do more than that. Then there's Martha."
"My aunt will never leave her money to a servant. What she may give to Martha would come from her own savings."
"The next is a dark horse, but one that wins a good many races of this kind. He's apt to come in with a fatal rush at the end."