Il'/yC IWiV rilE KENIL WORTH CUP. 215 



In the paddock, watching the saddling of a horse St. 

 Asaph was going to run in the next race, Beauclerc 

 began to knock a hole in the ground with his heel, 

 watching the excavation attentively. Presently he 

 gave tongue : 



" I say, Dick — I beg your pardon — I had a very 

 unhappy half-hour, I can tell you ; but I thoroughly 

 deserved it for behaving like a cad, in not being assured 

 that a gentleman's word is more worthy of credence 

 than a fellow's eyesight." 



Dick Evelyn smiled very kindly : 



" Poor old Beau," he said, "you didn't suppose that 

 I was going to put you in a hole, did you r " and then 

 they strolled off arm in arm. 



I don't think that their friendship was at all de- 

 creased because of the misunderstanding which took 

 place the day that the Kenilworth Cup was not won 

 by Achates. 



