The races! Hush, my dear Mardon, my girls——
Sir Tristram.
Girls! May I trot ’em into the paddock to-morrow?
The Dean.
Thank you, no.
Sir Tristram.
Think it over. You’ve seen the list of Starters for the Durnstone Handicap——?
The Dean.
No, I haven’t.
Sir Tristram.