Hes on genius," exclaimed Mr. Cottrell approvingly, "and r

[Tarrance]

Cord with the traditions of the place as it is in the stalls of a
fashionable theatre. The match has not yet begun. Two or three wiry
ponies, with carefully-bandaged forelegs, are being led up and down on
the opposite side of the paddock. The centre is still unoccupied, save
for a few late-comers walking quietly across, none of the competitors
having so far put in an appearance. "Just the sort of thing to interest
you, this, Miss Sylla," exclaimed Pansey Cottrell, after lifting his hat
in a comprehensive manner to the whole party. "I know you are
passionately fond of horses and have a taste for riding." "Now, what
does he mean by that?" thought Sylla. There was nothing much in the
remark, but she was getting a little afraid of this mischievous elderly
gentleman. She was beginning to look for a hidden meaning in his
speeches. Could this be a covert allusion to her mishap at Todborough?
Had the story of her fall come to his ears, and was he about to indulge
his love of teasing people at her expense? "I don't know," she replied,
guardedly, "that I am so very passionately fond of horses; but I have no
doubt I shall enjoy this very much. Knowing one of the players will of
course make it interesting." "Quite so," replied Cottrell. "It is a pity
Mr. Beauchamp is not playing. If he were, I should consult you as to
which side to back. You judge his capabilities in all ways so
accurately." N
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