"We will show them what he is capable of this time; it will be the race of his life. He has never been quite so fit as he is now, and I fear nothing, not even Vulture," he wrote.
"By Jove! that is good news," said the Squire. "The olive green will win, my boy."
On Derby Day they all went to Epsom, where Redmond Maynard had a box, and the great scene was repeated as it has been for many years.
It was one of the sights of the world, most uncomfortable, but unique.
Sandstone won somewhat easily, and Warren was jubilant. He meant to invest the bulk of his winnings on the Saint.
He confided to Irene that if Ulick's colt won his difficulties would be well-nigh at an end.
"I had no idea you were in difficulties," she said.
"Not very serious," he replied, in an off-hand manner, which did not deceive her, "but still bad enough to be unpleasant."
Thursday, the day after the Derby, was fixed for the Coronation Cup, and the half-dozen horses that were likely to go to the post were all great performers.
It was a meeting of champions, a race to be remembered, and a thorough sporting affair. The crowd was much larger than usual on this day, and the race was looked forward to with as much eagerness as the Derby had been the previous day.