and then she bore her honours as if she had been born to
them. The Prince entertained a party to luncheon, and Drake and Glory
were invited to join it. All the smart people were there, and they looked
like a horticultural exhibition of cream colour and rose pink and gray.
Glory kept watching the great ones of the earth, and she found them very
amusing.

"Well, what do you think?" said Drake.

"I think most people at the Derby must have the wrong make-up on. That
gentleman, now--he ought to be done up as a stable-boy. And that lady in
mauve--she's a ballet girl really, only----"

"Hush, for Heaven's sake!" But Glory whispered, "Let's go round the
corner and laugh."

She sat between Drake and a ponderous gentleman with a great beard like a
waterfall.

"What are the odds against the colt, Drake?"

Drake answered, and Glory recalled herself from her studies and said,
"Oh, yes, what did you say it was?"

"A prohibitive price--for you." said Drake.

"Nonsense! I'm going to do a flutter on my own, you know, and plunge
against you."

It was explained to her that only bookmakers bet against horses, but the
gentleman with the beard volunteered to reverse positions, and take
Glory's ten to one against Ellan Vannin.

"In what?"

"Oh--h'm--in thick 'uns, of course."

"But what is the meaning of this running after strange gods?" said Drake.

"Never mind, sir! Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings, you know----"
and then the bell rang for the race of the day, and they scurried back to
the Stand. The numbers were going up and a line of fifty policemen
abreast were clearing the course. Some of the party had come over from
the coach, and Lord Robert was jotting down in a notebook the particulars
of betting commissions for his fair companions.

"And am I to be honoured with a commission from the Hurricane?" he asked.

"Yes; what's the price for Ellan Vannin?"

"Come down to five to one, pretty lady."

"Get me one to five that he's going to lose."

"But what in the world are you doing, Glory?" said Drake. His eyes were
dancing with delight.

"Running a race with that old man in the box which can find a loser
first."

At that moment the horses were sent out for the preliminary canter and
parade before the royal stand, and a tingling electrical atmosphere
seemed to come from somewhere and set every tongue wagging. It seemed as
if something unexpected was about to occur, and countless eyes went up to
the place wh