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which to break off the hearing. I am sitting with my brother 

 Sphthairs as a Divisional Court to-morrow ; so I shall be 

 unable to resume this cause until the day after, when, if you, 

 gentlemen" — politely indicating the learned Counsel engaged 

 — "can finish before the midday adjournment — er — I — er — " 

 ("can get away to Sandown Park in time for the big hurdle 

 race," sotto voce) — " I should feel glad," and with a farewell 

 bob at the Bar, and a sigh of relief, the learned Judge left 

 the Bench. 



By the time that Ronald had gathered up his papers and 

 put the tape round them, Travers had already left the Court. 

 Jack Bashwood and Sir Tommy were to dine with Mr. Binkie 

 and Dennison at the hotel that night at 7.30, but it was 

 past eight o'clock when Travers, looking considerably less 

 depressed than he had been throughout the day's proceedings, 

 turned up to play the part of host. 



" Everything is going well for us, Travers," said Ronald, as 

 they sat down to table. " I hope you feel more happy in your 

 mind now, eh ? " 



"Oh, yes, really!" squeaked Binkie, "I'm a doosid deal 

 happier about it than I was. We'll have some pop on the 

 strength of it, won't we ? Waiter, bring the wine list — oh ! 

 here it is. Heidsick's dr^^ Monopole, eh, dear boys ? Or 

 Poll Rogers— oh, no, I see it's Pol Roger — funny, ain't it ? 

 Sounds just like the name of some gal, don't it ? " 



The dinner passed oft' as successfully as it was to be expected 

 it would, when presided over by a genius so bright, a wit so 

 sparkling, as that of Mr. Travers Algernon Binkie. All the 

 party were in good spirits. The host seemed remarkably 

 pleased with himself ; Ronald was very confident that the 



