“Mind, nobody shows up, on any pretext,” said Spokes, as the meeting separated. “We’re on our honour, and, of course, no one mentions the Club out-of-doors.”
Of course, nobody would think of such a thing.
Heathcote felt a good deal concerned as the evening went on, and still no sign came from Dick. It wasn’t exactly kind to keep a fellow in suspense like this. The only thing was to take the bull by the horns, and announce what he was going to do. Then, possibly, Dick might show his hand.
“I’ve decided not to show up at the levée,” said Georgie, on the morning of the eventful day.
“Have you?” said Dick, with a most provoking indifference.
“Yes,” said the cunning Georgie. “I tell you what, Dick; while it’s going on, you and I can get the top court and play off our heat for the handicap. What do you say?”
“Don’t know.”
Whereupon, Heathcote wished that two words in the English language could be suspended, and went off to see if any comfort was going in the Den. But no.
“What’s Dick going to do?” asked almost everybody.
“He doesn’t know,” groaned Heathcote.