“Bless her! She never spoke to me like that before.”
He turned, full of elation, to find the landlord, with his pencil between his lips, watching him keenly.
“I shan’t dine here, Simpkins,” he said.
“Very good, sir. So I heered.”
“Splendid day for the race.”
“Yes, sir, and the ground’s lovely. Made good book, sir?”
“Oh, yes, capital.”
“Glad to see her ladyship bears it so well.”
“Bears it? Oh, she never gives way to excitement. She’d be cool, even if she felt she would lose.”
“Oh, yes, sir; I know well enough what spirit she has.”