“Horror!” groaned Sir Hilton. “She’ll never forgive me.”
“Worse than that, uncle. She saw that you were tight.”
“You young villain, it’s not true!” roared Sir Hilton. “How dare you say that!”
“Because it’s true,” cried Syd, lightly. “Isn’t it, Sam?”
“Yes, sir,” faltered the man. “Wery screwed indeed.”
“Tell me the rest,” groaned Sir Hilton in despair.
“Fainted away, uncle; but I didn’t stop to see. I had to look to you and the race. But afterwards Dr Jack Granton went back to the hotel and physicked her. Didn’t he, Sam?”
“Yes, sir, ’long o’ Lady Tilborough; and they took her away in her ladyship’s carriage to Oakleigh.”
“And then brought her home?”
“I s’pose so, uncle. I dunno. I stuck to you. So did Sam.”