'By Jove ! How well you look!' he cried, without salutation. 'I didn't know you rode.'
'I used to once,' she replied. 'I'm all soft now.'
They swept off together down the ride.
'Your beast pulls,' he said.
'Wa-ant him to. Gi-gives me something to think of. How've you been?' she panted. 'I wish chemists' shops hadn't red lights.'
'Have you slipped out and bought some, then?'
'You don't know Nursey. Eh, but it's good to be on a horse again! This chap cost me two hundred.'
'Then you've been swindled,' said Conroy.
'I know it, but it's no odds. I must go back to Toots and send him away. He's neglecting his work for me.'
She swung her heavy-topped animal on his none too sound hocks. ''Sentence come, lad?'
'Yes. But I'm not minding it so much this time.'
'Waterloo, then—and God help us!' She thundered back to the little frock-coated figure that waited faithfully near the gate.
Conroy felt the spring sun on his shoulders and trotted home. That evening he went out with a man in a pair oar, and was rowed to a standstill. But the other man owned he could not have kept the pace five minutes longer.
He carried his bag all down Number 3 platform at Waterloo, and hove it with one hand into the rack.
