Barbour had evidently found the situation ready made, and had never thought of questioning it.
"I think he and the governor were racing partners once. There are some of his horses here now: I don't mean hunters. Saleratus is his, the big bay. We all hope he's going to win some races next year. Snip Hannaford's going to ride him."
"Is he married, Jack?"
Barbour laughed sarcastically. "Bryan married! No fear! He knows too much."
"Jack!"
"Oh! I'm sorry, coz. It wasn't a very pretty speech to a lady. I mean he's a bit spoilt. Shall we go up?"
"No; let us sit here awhile. It's so warm. Why is he spoilt?"
"'Cos he's awful rich."
"Heaps of people are rich."
"Well, then, he's got a good deal to do with theatres, and knows that kind of people. The Dominion really belongs to him. Why, your teeth are chattering, Flash. Are you cold?"