'DEAR IRENE,
'June 30.
'I hear that Soames is going to Henley tomorrow for the night.
I thought it would be great fun if we made up a little party and drove down to, Richmond.
Will you ask Mr. Bosinney, and I will get young Flippard.
'Emily (they called their mother Emily—it was so chic) will lend us the carriage.
I will call for you and your young man at seven o'clock.
'Your affectionate sister,
'WINIFRED DARTIE.
'Montague believes the dinner at the Crown and Sceptre to be quite eatable.'
Montague was Dartie's second and better known name—his first being Moses; for he was nothing if not a man of the world.
Her plan met with more opposition from Providence than so benevolent a scheme deserved.
In the first place young Flippard wrote:
'DEAR Mrs. DARTIE,
'Awfully sorry.
Engaged two deep.
'Yours, 'AUGUSTUS FLIPPARD.'
It was late to send into the by-ways and hedges to remedy this misfortune.
With the promptitude and conduct of a mother, Winifred fell back on her husband.
She had, indeed, the decided but tolerant temperament that goes with a good deal of profile, fair hair, and greenish eyes.
She was seldom or never at a loss; or if at a loss, was always able to convert it into a gain.
Dartie, too, was in good feather.
Erotic had failed to win the Lancashire Cup.
Indeed, that celebrated animal, owned as he was by a pillar of the turf, who had secretly laid many thousands against him, had not even started.
The forty-eight hours that followed his scratching were among the darkest in Dartie's life.
Visions of James haunted him day and night.
Black thoughts about Soames mingled with the faintest hopes. On the Friday night he got drunk, so greatly was he affected.
But on Saturday morning the true Stock Exchange instinct triumphed within him.
Owing some hundreds, which by no possibility could he pay, he went into town and put them all on Concertina for the Saltown Borough Handicap.
As he said to Major Scrotton, with whom he lunched at the Iseeum: "That little Jew boy, Nathans, had given him the tip.
He didn't care a cursh.
He wash in—a mucker.
If it didn't come up—well then, damme, the old man would have to pay!"
A bottle of Pol Roger to his own cheek had given him a new contempt for James.
It came up.
Concertina was squeezed home by her neck—a terrible squeak!
But, as Dartie said: There was nothing like pluck!
He was by no means averse to the expedition to Richmond.
He would 'stand' it himself!
He cherished an admiration for Irene, and wished to be on more playful terms with her.
At half-past five the Park Lane footman came round to say: Mrs. Forsyte was very sorry, but one of the horses was coughing!
Undaunted by this further blow, Winifred at once despatched little Publius (now aged seven) with the nursery governess to Montpellier Square.
They would go down in hansoms and meet at the Crown and Sceptre at 7.45.
Dartie, on being told, was pleased enough.
It was better than going down with your back to the horses!
He had no objection to driving down with Irene.
He supposed they would pick up the others at Montpellier Square, and swop hansoms there?
Informed that the meet was at the Crown and Sceptre, and that he would have to drive with his wife, he turned sulky, and said it was d—-d slow!
At seven o'clock they started, Dartie offering to bet the driver half-a-crown he didn't do it in the three-quarters of an hour.
Twice only did husband and wife exchange remarks on the way.