Molly nodded. "Peter thinks he's going to win all right," she said. "He's cocksure about it."
"I gathered that," said Tony. "I ran into da Freitas at the Club just now and he bet me a level two hundred we were in for a whipping. I shouldn't think he was a gentleman who chucked away his money out of patriotic sentiment."
Molly made as near an approach to an ugly face as nature would allow.
"You don't like him?" inquired Tony artlessly.
"He's a pig," said Molly, and then after a short pause she added with some reluctance, "but he's a clever pig."
"That," observed Tony, "only aggravates the offence."
He pulled up at Basil Mansions, a big block of luxurious flats just opposite the Langham Hotel, and a magnificently gilded porter hastened forward to open the door of the car.
"I'll tell you about him to-morrow," said Molly. "Don't be later than half-past one. I'm always starving by then, and I shan't wait for you."
"I am always punctual for meals," said Tony. "It's the only virtue that's rewarded on the spot."