"I think I should."
At that moment the policeman stopped and looked in. All eyes went up to the clock, and Esther said, "We shall lose our licence if——"
"If we don't get out," said Ginger.
William apologised.
"The law is the law, sir, for rich and poor alike; should be sorry to hurry you, sir, but in these days very little will lose a man his house. Now, Herbert, finish your drink. No, Walter, can't serve any more liquor to-night…. Charles, close the private bar, let no one else in…. Now, gentlemen, gentlemen."
Old John lit his pipe and led the way. William held the door for them. A few minutes after the house was closed.
A locking of drawers, fastening of doors, putting away glasses, making things generally tidy, an hour's work before bed-time, and then they lighted their candle in the little parlour and went upstairs.
William flung off his coat. "I'm dead beat," he said, "and all this to lose——" He didn't finish the sentence. Esther said—
"You've a heavy book on the Derby. Perhaps an outsider'll win."
"I 'ope so…. But if you'd care to see the race, I think it can be managed. I shall be busy, but Journeyman or Ketley will look after you."