Trent had done many brave things in his life,but he had never been conscious of such a distinct thrill of nervousness as he experienced during those few minutes'silence.Ernestine,for her part,was curiously exercised in her mind.He had shaken her faith in his guilt -he had admitted her to his point of view.She judged herself from his standpoint,and the result was unpleasant.She had a sudden impulse to tell him the truth,to reveal her identity,tell him her reasons for concealment.Perhaps her suspicions had been hasty.Then the personal note in his last speech had produced a serious effect on her,and all the time she felt that her silence was emboldening him,as indeed it was.
"The first time I saw you,"he went on,"the likeness struck me.
I felt as though I were meeting some one whom I had known all my life."She laughed a little uneasily."And you found yourself instead the victim of an interviewer!What a drop from the romantic to the prosaic!""There has never been any drop at all,"he answered firmly,"and you have always seemed to me the same as that picture -something quite precious and apart from my life.It's been a poor sort of thing perhaps.I came from the people,I never had any education,I was as rough as most men of my sort,and I have done many things which I would sooner cut off my right hand than do again.But that was when I lived in the darkness.It was before you came.""Mr.Trent,will you take me back to Lady Tresham,please?""In a moment,"he answered gravely."Don't think that I am going to be too rash.I know the time hasn't come yet.I am not going to say any more.Only I want you to know this.The whole success of my life is as nothing compared with the hope of one day -""I will not hear another word,"she interrupted hastily,and underneath her white veil he could see a scarlet spot of colour in her cheeks;in her speech,too,there was a certain tremulousness.
"If you will not come with me I must find Lady Tresham alone."They turned round,but as they neared the middle of the paddock progress became almost impossible.The bell had rung for the principal race of the day and the numbers were going up.The paddock was crowded with others beside loiterers,looking the horses over and stolidly pushing their way through the little groups to the front rank.From Tattersall's came the roar of clamorous voices.All around were evidences of that excitement which always precedes a great race.
"I think,"he said,"that we had better watch the race from these railings.Your gown will be spoilt in the crowd if we try to get out of the paddock,and you probably wouldn't get anywhere in time to see it."She acquiesced silently,recognising that,although he had not alluded to it in words,he had no intention of saying anything further at present.Trent,who had been looking forward to the next few minutes with all the eagerness of a man who,for the first time in his life,runs the favourite in a great race,smiled as he realised how very content he was to stay where nothing could be seen until the final struggle was over.They took up their places side by side and leaned over the railing.
"Have you much money on Iris?"she asked.
"A thousand both ways,"he answered."I don't plunge,but as Ibacked her very early I got 10to 1and 7to 2.Listen!They're off!"There was a roar from across the course,followed by a moment's breathless silence.The clamour of voices from Tattersall's subsided,and in its place rose the buzz of excitement from the stands,the murmur of many voices gradually growing in volume.Far away down the straight Ernestine and Trent,leaning over the rail,could see the little coloured specks come dancing into sight.The roar of voices once more beat upon the air.
"Nero the Second wins!"
"The favourite's done!"
"Nero the Second for a monkey!"
"Nero the Second romps in!"
"Iris!Iris!Iris wins!"
It was evident from the last shout and the gathering storm of excitement that,after all,it was to be a race They were well in sight now;Nero the Second and Iris,racing neck-and-neck,drawing rapidly away from the others.The air shook with the sound of hoarse and fiercely excited voices.
"Nero the Second wins!"
"Iris wins!
Neck-and-neck they passed the post.So it seemed at least to Ernestine and many others,but Trent shook his head and looked at her with a smile.
"Iris was beaten by a short neck,"he said."Good thing you didn't back her.That's a fine horse of the Prince's,though!""I'm so sorry,"she cried."Are you sure?"He nodded and pointed to the numbers which were going up.She flashed a sudden look upon him which more than compensated him for his defeat.At least he had earned her respect that day,as a man who knew how to accept defeat gracefully.They walked slowly up the paddock and stood on the edge of the crowd,whilst a great person went out to meet his horse amidst a storm of cheering.It chanced that he caught sight of Trent on the way,and,pausing for a moment,he held out his hand.
"Your horse made a magnificent fight for it,Mr.Trent,"he said.
"I'm afraid I only got the verdict by a fluke.Another time may you be the fortunate one!"Trent answered him simply,but without awkwardness.Then his horse came in and he held out his hand to the crestfallen jockey,whilst with his left he patted Iris's head.
"Never mind,Dick,"he said cheerfully,"you rode a fine race and the best horse won.Better luck next time."Several people approached Trent,but he turned away at once to Ernestine.
"You will let me take you to Lady Tresham now,"he said.
"If you please,"she answered quietly.
They left the paddock by the underground way.When they emerged upon the lawn the band was playing and crowds of people were strolling about under the trees.
