"It's your own fault; I gave you the tip, the Baron's tip—it was worth following."
Next day The Duke won the Royal Stakes and Evelyn Berkeley's friends had another good win.
Oaks Day turned out most enjoyable. The sun shone brightly, the ladies were in force, the dresses worthy of the occasion.
Alan had paid particular attention to Eve after the Derby, and any little jealousy she might have felt regarding Ella was dispelled.
Harry Morby devoted himself to Ella, and they appeared to get on well together.
The Acorn Stakes brought out ten runners, a beautiful lot of fillies, all trained to the hour; but Evelyn stood out from the rest as the gem of the lot and was a raging hot favorite at even money.
Eve wore the Chesney colors and never looked better; all eyes were on her in the paddock as she moved gracefully about with Alan and her friends. From the box they looked down into the ring and heard the cries of "Even money the field."
"The money is being piled on your namesake," said Harry. "She is splendid; and by Jove, Miss Berkeley, you're more than a match for her! You're positively dazzling! She must win—she can't help it. I saw her eying you in the paddock—wonder what she thought?"
Eve laughed heartily as she said:
"So you think she will win. I hope so. Evelyn's a good name for a winner."