“Is that the use you make of a flower when I give it to you?” she said to Geoffrey. “Mumbling it in your teeth, you wretch, as if you were a horse!”
“If you come to that,” returned Geoffrey, “I’m more a horse than a man. I’m going to run in a race, and the public are betting on me. Haw! haw! Five to four.”
“Five to four! I believe he thinks of nothing but betting. You great heavy creature, I can’t move you. Don’t you see I want to go like the rest of them to the lake? No! you’re not to let go of my arm! You’re to take me.”
“Can’t do it. Must be back with Perry in half an hour.”
(Perry was the trainer from London. He had arrived sooner than he had been expected, and had entered on his functions three days since.)
“Don’t talk to me about Perry! A little vulgar wretch. Put him off. You w
