“While now—”
“Merry as a lark, man; I’ve got another rider.”
“You have? Oh, thank goodness! Thank goodness! Don’t take any notice of me, Lady Tilborough. I was quite knocked over.”
“On account of my losing?”
“Well, yes. I was heavily on too, for myself and poor Hilt Lisle.”
“Oh, you did the business for him then? I knew he was in to the tune of four thou’.”
“But your man, Lady Tilborough? Can you trust him to ride the mare?”
“Trust him! Why, it’s Hilt himself.”
“What! Hilt going to ride the mare?”
“Yes, my dear boy; and he’ll save the race.”