"I might have an odd hundred pounds," Tony reckoned.
"And your mother--and Bella?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"I suppose Uncle Chat will look after them."
"And us?"
"Oh, we"ll emigrate or something. Rather fun, don"t you know. I shall w.a.n.gle something. The going will be hardish," he said, looking at the sky, "and that"s always in her favor. She hated that Newmarket mud last autumn. Come on, Doodles, the car"s waiting."
They walked down the steps of the flat, and the porter who had hurried out to shut the door of the car touched his cap.
"Good luck, my lady! Good luck, my lord! Shepherd"s Market is on Vanity Girl to the last copper."
"Put on a sovereign for yourself, Galloway," said his lordship, grandly proffering the coin.
Several loafers who had sometimes run for his lordship"s cabs shouted, "Hurrah for the Derby favorite!" and Tony flung them some silver to back his filly. The road to Epsom was thronged; Tony, who was obviously feeling nervous, had left the driving to the chauffeur, and was sitting back with Dorothy in the body of the car.
"I think Lonnie might have come with us," he said, fretfully.
"Does it bore you so much driving with me alone?" she asked.
"Don"t be silly! Of course not. But I"m nervy and.... Oh, but what rot!
Nothing can go wrong."
They were pa.s.sing a four-in-hand with loud toots upon their Gabriel horn, which were being answered by the guard of the coach, when he suddenly recognized the occupants of the car. Standing up, he blew a dear "Viewhalloo!" and shouted: "Berkshire"s on the filly, my lord, to the last baby! Hurrah for Vanity Girl!" There was a block in the traffic; the occupants of every vehicle in earshot, from the gray hats and laces of the four-in-hand to the pearlies and plumes of a coster"s cart, applauded the earl and countess, each after his own fashion.
"Don"t forget the Mile End Road, Mr. Hearl of Clarehaven," bawled one of the costers, "if that"s who you are. Hoobeeluddiray!" he went on, and caught his moke an ecstatic thwack on the crupper.
In the ring friends and acquaintances crowded round them, eager to say how they had backed Vanity Girl and how fervently they hoped for her victory. There was no doubt that if the filly was beaten a groan of disappointment would resound through England.
"I think it"s so sweet that Lord Clarehaven"s horse should be called Vanity Girl," some foolish woman was babbling. "So sweet and romantic,"
she twittered on.
"Yes, what devotion," chirped another as foolish.
Tony wanted to go round to the paddock to have a few last words with Starkey and the jockey O"Hara, but Dorothy did not think she could bear to see the filly before the race.
"I"m so nervous," she said, "that I feel I should communicate my nerves to her. But don"t you bother about me. I"ll wait for you in the inclosure."
"Where"s Houston?" said Tony, irritably. "I thought he was going to meet us."
At that moment a messenger-boy came up. "Are you the Earl of Clarehaven?" he asked, perkily, and handed Tony a note, which the latter read out:
"DEAR CLAREHAVEN,--To what will I"m sure be my lifelong regret, important business prevents me from being at Epsom to see your triumph. Believe me, my dear fellow, that there is no one who hopes more cordially than I do for your success to-day. My kindest regards to your wife and tell her from me that I"m looking forward to our Derby dinner at the Carlton to-night.
Yours ever sincerely,
LIONEL HOUSTON."
"Funny chap! But I believe he"s sincere," Tony muttered, "though it would be all to his interest if I lost."
But how much to his interest, Dorothy thought, how little did Tony know.
She waited for him in the company of the twittering women until he returned from the paddock.
"They"re going down now," he told her.
"Everything all right?" she asked.
"Yes, yes." He was biting his nails and cursing the focusing arrangements of his field-gla.s.ses.
"They"re off!"
The roar of the crowd was like a mighty storm within which isolated remarks were heard like the spars of a ship going one by one.
"She isn"t finding it so easy."
"He"s taking her into the rails too soon."
"My G.o.d! I wouldn"t lay sixpence there won"t be an objection for crossing. Did you see that?"
"Go on, Vanity Girl! Go on!"
"Go on, you blasted favorite!"
"She"s swishing her tail."
"No, she"s not. That"s ... yes, it"s her. Vanity Girl! Vanity Girl!"
"Go on, Vanity Girl!"
The roaring died down to a suppressed murmur of agitation.
"What"s the matter with the favorite?"
"O"Hara"s flogging her along."
The horses flashed past the stand with the black, white and purple of Clarehaven twinkling in the ruck like a setting star.
"Tony!" Dorothy screamed. "She"s beaten!"
"Oh well," said the owner, "don"t make such a noise about it."
He was smiling a foolish, fixed smile, but he let his gla.s.ses drop from his hands on the toes of a lady close by.
"I"m very sorry, ma"am," said Tony, raising his hat. "I hope I didn"t hurt you."