“Ah, Pratt—you there? How do?” said the Captain, coolly. “Over the other side of the course, in a lane. I couldn’t get Landells away.”
“Oh—come!” drawled the young baronet.
“Had his glass turned upon them, and there he was, perfectly transfixed.”
“Boot was on the other foot, ’sure you,” said Sir Felix. “It was Van first made the discovery. It was so, indeed.”
“What, going?” said Vanleigh, as Trevor moved on.
“Yes; we were going to walk all round the course.”
“No use to go houri hunting,” said Vanleigh, maliciously. “The barouche has gone.”
Trevor coloured slightly, and then more deeply, as he saw a smile on the Captain’s lip.
“We shall see you again, I daresay, by the stand,” he said, taking no notice of the allusion; and, laying a hand upon Pratt’s shoulder, he strolled away.
“Well,” he said, after a few minutes, “the barouche had not quite disappeared, Franky.”