"
"She is quite herself now; but you look overdone, Raymond. Have you
had any sleep?"
"I have not lain down. When we came home at four o'clock, Cecil was
quite knocked up, excited and hysterical. Her maid advised me to
leave her to her; so I took a bath, and came down to wait for you."
Julius would have liked to see the maid who could have soothed his
Rosamond last night without him! He only said, however, "Is Frank
come down? My mother rather expected him."
"Yes, he came to the race-ground."
"Indeed! He was not with you when you came back, or were we not
sufficiently rational to see him?"
"Duncombe gave a dinner at the hotel, and carried him off to it.
I'm mortally afraid there's something amiss in that quarter. What,
didn't you know that Duncombe's filly failed?"
"No, indeed, I did not."
"The town was ringing with it. Beaten out-and-out by Fair Phyllida!
a beast that took them all by surprise--nothing to look at--but
causing, I fancy, a good deal of distress. They say the Duncombes
will be done for. I only wish Frank was clear; but that unhappy
engagement has thrown him in with Sir Harry's set, and he was with
them all day--hardly spoke to me.
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