John. Well, his wife divorced him for beating her over the head with a bottle of Fowler's Solution, and it seemed to prey on his mind. He sold me—
Cynthia. [Horrified.] Sold a race?
John. About ten races, I guess.
Cynthia. [Incredulous.] Just because he'd beaten his wife?
John. No. Because she divorced him.
Cynthia. Well, I can't see why that should prey on his mind!
[Suddenly remembers.
John. Well, I have known men that it stroked the wrong way. But he cost me eighty thousand. And then Urbanity ran third in the thousand-dollar stakes for two-year-olds at Belmont.
Cynthia. [Throws this remark in.] I never had faith in that horse.
John. And, of course, it never rains monkeys but it pours gorillas! So when I was down at St. Louis on the fifth, I laid seven to three on Fraternity—