"But the tournament? Captain Olliver's mad about winning the Cup this year."
"I know that. So am I. I shall manage about a third pony, no fear. Time enough to think of that later. I must go and make out those advertisements."
He set his teeth upon the word and turned to leave her, but her voice arrested him half-way to the door.
"Theo!"
"Well?"
"Are you sure there's nothing else that can be done? It—it isn't fair for you to lose the pony you love best, just because of a few dressmakers' bills."
At that his pent-up bitterness slipped from leash.
"Upon my soul, Evelyn, you're right. But there's no other way out of the difficulty, so let's have no more words about it: they don't make things easier to bear."