After the races they took a carriage to Feltham, driving through Hanworth Park, and down the High Street.
They were chatting over racing matters, when his friend exclaimed—
"By Jove! there's a pretty girl—well dressed, too."
Ulick looked up and gave a start of surprise.
It was Janet Todd. She had not seen him, of that he felt sure. She was going down the street, and he resolved to leave his friend at the station, walk back, and meet her. It was a lucky chance that caused him to come this way back from the races.
"Do you know her?" asked his friend, smiling, as he saw him start.
"I fancy I do; I am almost sure of it. I think I'll walk back and meet her after I leave you," he replied.
"I don't blame you, my friend," he said, laughing. "Does she come from your part of the world?"
"I am almost sure of it," replied Ulick; "at any rate, I mean to find out."
"Good luck to you," laughed his friend, as he shook hands and went into the station.