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I dropped in at Lingfield Terrace to inquire, but found you had already started." "Seventeen," I answered, mechanically. "You are not looking well, my good friend," said he. "I hope last night has not upset you. It's all bluff, you know, on the part of the precious Hamdi." "I dare say it was," I assented. "And bluff on your part, too.
He was recalled to his surroundings by a hand laid on his arm. He started and looked round. The man next to him, with a glance at the paper in his hand, asked him if he could tell him the winner of the second race at Lingfield. "It ought to be in the stop-press," he murmured.
The passage was about to begin. The main force was divided into three columns. The center column was led by the Vindictive, with the Brigadier second and the Iris in tow, followed by the five blocking ships and the paddle mine-sweeper Lingfield, escorting five motor launches for taking off the surplus steaming parties of the blocking ships.
"No proposition in a hoss's skin that ever come out of Yankee-doodle-land could see the way he'd go." "Who rode him at Lingfield?" asked Jim. Just after Christmas Mat had put the young horse into a two-mile steeplechase to give him a gallop in public. "Albert," answered the old man. "Rode him and rode him well. It was just touch and go through. Would he or wouldn't he?
Amelia's niece, Dolly Lingfield, was there, as it happened; and I chanced to note a most guilty look stealing over her face all the while we were talking. Suspicious as I had learned to become by this time, however, I did not suspect Dolly of being in league with Colonel Clay; but, I confess, I wondered what her blush could indicate.
"Many hours, yes," I corrected, "not many days. London seems big to you?" "Oh, yes," she said, passing her hand over her eyes. "It makes all go round in my head. One day you will take me for a drive through these wonderful streets. Now I am too tired. They make my head ache." Then she shut her eyes again and did not open them until we stopped at Lingfield Terrace.
I have a small house in Lingfield Terrace, on the north side of the Regent's Park, so that my drawing-room, on the first floor, has a southern aspect. It has been warm and sunny for the past few days, and the elms and plane-trees across the road are beginning to riot in their green bravery, as if intoxicated with the golden wine of spring.
"A female woman has come and taken up her residence at 26 Lingfield Terrace. A few weeks ago she ate with her fingers and believed the earth was flat. I found her in the Victoria Embankment Gardens beneath the terrace of the National Liberal Club, and now she lives on chocolate creams and the 'Child's Guide to Knowledge. She is eighteen and her name is Carlotta. There!"
"He's Berserk," said Chukkers doggedly. "A blind man at midnight could tell that from his fencing. Goes at 'em like a lion. Such a lift to him, too! Is Monkey Brand goin' to ride him?" he asked Joses. "No. Turned down. Too old." "Then the lad as rode him at Lingfield will," said Chukkers. "Sooner him than Monkey anyway. If Monkey couldn't win himself he'd see I didn't. Ride me down and ram me.
"My dear Judith," said I; "you have no idea of the wholesome discipline at Lingfield Terrace." Suddenly with one of her disconcerting changes of front, she turned and caught me by the coat-lappels. "Marcus dear, I have been so lonely this week. When are you coming to see me?" "We'll have a whole day out on Sunday," said I.
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