A Good Day 57 



' Wennington looked at me hard, glanced at Newstead 

 on one side of him, at Rowsley on the other, and then 

 resumed his gaze at me. 



' " A. monkey, my boy, is 500/.," he replied. " Have 

 you been betting monkeys without knowing what you 

 were doing, by any chance ? "' 



* " I did that time," I answered ; " but I had no idea it 

 was anything like that. I thought it was something 

 smaller than a pony." 



' *' What ! five monkeys Roseleaf ? " he inquired, in 

 tones of amazement. 



' '' Six," I replied. 



' " Well, by Jove, that is a caulker ! " Wennington ex- 

 claimed. 



' '' Capital, old chap ! That's what I call a very pretty 

 little bet ! " Newstead broke in, while Rowsley and a couple 

 of his friends, who were going back with us, burst into 

 a hearty laugh. 



* " And what have you done to-day besides ? " Wen- 

 nington continued, with wide-open eyes. " You must 

 have made up a nice little pile ! " 



' '-' That's the only bet I've had all day." 



' " The only bet "? Why, I certainly told you every 



other winner," he rejoined. 



' "Yes, I suppose you did," I replied ; " but you told 



me in a way I couldn't understand. You said ' the 



Duke's horse,' and there were two Dukes with 



horses " 



* " You couldn't have thought I meant you to back a 

 half- broken-down hurdle jumper like that thing of 

 Hamilton's — but of course you wouldn't know. I never 

 thought of that," he continued, reflectively. 



' " Then you said something about a* thing from the 



