over, he would have nothing to do but to stay on two or three weeks and
force the running with her. He felt himself immeasurably older than his
companions with whom he had just been rioting. His mind was set upon a
man's interests and aims--marriage, travel, Parliament; they were still
boys, without a mind among them. None the less, there was an underplot
running through his consciousness all the time as to how best to punish
Radowitz--both for his throw, and his impertinence in monopolising a
certain lady for at least a quarter of an hour on the preceding evening.

At the well-known livery-stables in Holywell, he found a certain
animation. Horses were in demand, as there were manoeuvres going on in
Blenheim Park, and the minds of both dons and undergraduates were drawn
thither. But Falloden succeeded in getting hold of the manager and
absorbing his services at once.

"Show you something really good, fit for a lady?"

The manager took him through the stables, and Falloden in the end picked
out precisely the beautiful brown mare of which he had spoken to
Constance.

"Nobody else is to ride her, please, till the lady I am acting for has
tried her," he said peremptorily to Fox. "I shall try her myself
to-morrow. And what about a groom?--a decent fellow, mind, with a
decent livery."

He saw a possible man and another horse, reserving both provisionally.
Then he walked hurriedly to his lodgings to see if by any chance there
were a note for him there. He had wired to his mother the day before,
telling her to write to Constance Bledlow and Mrs. Hooper by the