Sir Felix. "It was Van
first made the discovery. It was so, indeed."

"What, going?" said Vanleigh, as Trevor moved on.

"Yes; we were going to walk all round the course."

"No use to go houri hunting," said Vanleigh, maliciously. "The barouche
has gone."

Trevor coloured slightly, and then more deeply, as he saw a smile on the
Captain's lip.

"We shall see you again, I daresay, by the stand," he said, taking no
notice of the allusion; and, laying a hand upon Pratt's shoulder, he
strolled away.

"Well," he said, after a few minutes, "the barouche had not quite
disappeared, Franky."

"No," said the other, shortly. "Better for its occupants if it had. I
say, Dick, if I had sisters, it would make me feel mad every time that
fellow looked at them."

"What--Landells?"

"Oh no, Felix is a good sort of fellow enough; getting spoiled, but I
don't think there's a great deal of harm in him. I've taken a dislike
to Van, and I'm afraid I'm rather bitter, and--look, there goes, the
barouche! Quick, lend me your glass!"

"Thanks, no, Franky," said Trevor, quietly, raising it to his eyes, and
watching the carriage, which was going down a lane to their left, the
owner having apparently given orders for the postboy to drive them from
place to place, where they could get a view of the races, which had
succeeded each other pretty quickly. "Thanks, no, I will keep it; but,
for your delectation, I may mention that the ladies look very charming,
the old gentleman very important; and--now they are gone."

He replaced the glass in its case, smiled good-humouredly at his
companion, and they walked on.

"Dick," said Pratt, after a few moments' silence, "if I were a
good-looking fellow like you, I should get married."

"And how about yourself?" said the other, smiling.

"Self? I marry? My dear old fellow, marriage is a luxury for the rich.
I should be very sorry to starve a wife, and--I say, though, I'm as
hungry as a hunter. Take me back to London, old fellow, and feed me,
without you want to stay."

"Stay--not I!" said Trevor; "a very little of this sort of thing goes a
long way with me. But about those two fellows?"

"Let them try to exist without our company, for once in a way," said
Pratt, looking earnestly at his friend, who was busy once more with the
glass; but, catching his companion's eye, Trevor closed the binocular,
and they left the course.

Volume 1, Chapter V.

THE WRITER OF THE LETTER.

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