"Worse!" said Carter. "I've been dreaming! Shall I tell you who is
going to win the Suburban?"

"Champneys!" cried Dolly in alarm.

"My dear Dolly," protested her husband, "I promised to stop
betting. I did not promise to stop sleeping."

"Well," sighed Dolly, with relief, "as long as it stops at that.
Delhi will win," she added. "Delhi will not," said Carter. "This is
how they will finish----"He scribbled three names on a piece of
paper which Dolly read.

"But that," she said, "is what you told the gentleman at the bank."

Carter stared at her blankly and in some embarrassment.

"You see!" cried Dolly, "what you think when you're awake, you
dream when you're asleep. And you had a run of luck that never
happened before and could never happen again."

Carter received her explanation with reluctance. "I wonder," he
said.

On arriving at the theatre they found their host had reserved a
stage-box, and as there were but four in their party, and as, when
they entered, the house lights were up, their arrival drew upon
them the attention both of those in the audience and of those on
the stage. The theatre was crowded to its capacity, and in every