"Tuesday is their best day," said Harry; "except Wednesday."
They chattered their way to the stables, where the two angels were even then at their toilets.
"There is not much to show you," said Harry. "There are the cobs that brought you.—Good-evening, Jim."
The man who was grooming them looked up, touched his bare head, and without delay went on with the hissing toilet, as a groom should. Evie looked at him keenly, then back to her companion, and at the man again.
"Yes, they are beautiful," she said, and as they turned, "is Vail entirely full of doubles?" she asked.
Harry smiled, and followed her into the stables of the riding horses.
"Jim is more like me than that picture of old Francis is like my uncle," he said. "I really think I shall have to get rid of him. The likeness might be embarrassing."
"I wouldn't do that," said Evie. "Our Italian peasants say it is good luck to have a double about."
"Good luck for which?"