"What would Colonel Marten say if he knew you had bought a race-horse?" he asked me.
"I hope to goodness he never will know," I answered.
"What are you going to do with him?"
"Sell him—if I can; Langham's got him in the stables where he keeps his horses, and if you would like to have a look at him, I'll take you round."
But The Bradder shook his head.
"You say Mr. Edwardes saw you at Reading, and that you are gated, and were not in college until ten o'clock. I wish you would not do such stupid things," he said quite seriously.
"It was the reaction," I replied.
"From what?"
"Browning," I said, and The Bradder did not look altogether pleased.
"I am sorry you can't appreciate Browning."