Nigel Furlonger met Tony Strife7 at the top of Wilderwick hill. He had dressed himself with more care than usual—in the girl's interest he must look respectable. Leonard and Janet had been immensely surprised when he told them he meant to go to the races. The Furlonger disreputableness owed some of its celebrity8 to the fact that it ran along channels of its own, neglecting those approved by wealth and fashion.
"Feel you've got too much cash?" jeered9 Leonard.
"I shan't do any betting to speak of."
"Don't you!" said Janey; "we're stony10 enough as things are."
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"But I'm not bound to lose—I may win, and retrieve11 the family fortunes."
"Look here, my boy," said Len, "you leave the family fortunes alone. You've done too much in that line already."
Nigel coloured furiously—but the next moment his anger cooled; he had been wonderfully gentler during the last few days. He turned, and emptied his pockets on the table.
"There—take it all—except five bob for luck—and a half-crown for——" He was going to have said "the little girl's tea," but stopped just in time.
He occasionally wondered why he did not tell Len and Janet about Tony. But he felt doubtful as to what they might say. They would never understand how he could find such a comradeship congenial. Tony was only sixteen, and lived a very different life from his. They might laugh—no, they would not do that; more likely they would be anxious and compassionate12, they would think it one of the unhealthy results of prison, they would be sorry for him, and he could not bear that they should be sorry for what brought him so much happiness. Besides, he had a natural habit of reserve—even before he went to prison he had kept secrets from Len and Janey.
Tony was waiting for him when he reached their meeting-place. She wore a plain dark coat and skirt, but she had put on a wide hat, with a wreath of crimson13 leaves round it, and instead of plaiting her hair, she let it stream over her shoulders, thick and sleek14, without a curl. In her hand she clutched a little purse.
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"I'm going to bet on a horse," she said in an awe-struck voice.
"Which horse?"
"I don't know. I'll see when I get there."
"I'll try and find something pretty safe for you, and I'll have my money on it too."
"Isn't it exciting!" whispered Tony. "What should I do if I met Mrs. Arkwright or any of the mistresses!"
Mrs. Arkwright and the mistresses were not the people Furlonger dreaded15 to meet.
He and Tony swung gaily16 along the cinder-track leading to the course. It was deserted17, except for a little knot at the starting gate. The girl shrank rather close to him as they came into the crowd. The shouting made her nervous and flustered—that people should make such a noise over a shady thing like betting seemed to her extraordinary. She touched Nigel's elbow, and showed him her purse, now open, and containing half-a-crown.
"Which is the best horse?"
"I wish I knew."
"May I look at the card?"
He gave it to her. She seemed puzzled.
"How can I tell which horse to bet on?"
A man beside them laughed, and Nigel flushed indignantly.
"You can't tell much by the card; I'll go over to the ring in a moment, and find out what the odds18 are. But as you don't want to put on more than half-a-crown, I'd keep it till the big race, if I were you."
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"Which is the big race?"
"The Lingfield Cup. It's the last—but we'll enjoy the others, even though we've got nothing on 'em."
They enjoyed them thoroughly19. Hanging over the rail, their shouts were just as noisy and as desperate as if they had all their possessions at stake. Tony was thrilled to the depths—the clamour and excitement in the betting ring, the odd, disreputable people all round her, surreptitiously exchanging shillings and horses' names—the clanging bell, the shout of "They're off!" the flash of opera-glasses, the mad rush by, the cheers for the winner ... all plunged20 her into an orgy of excitement. She felt subtly wicked and daring, and also, when Nigel began to explain the technicalities of racing, infinitely21 worldly-wise. What would the girls at school say when they found out she knew the meaning of "Ten to one, bar one," or "Money on both ways"? She wrote such phrases down in her "nature note-book," which she carried about with her to record botanical discoveries, birds seen, sunsets, and equally blameless doings.
At last the time came for the Lingfield Cup. Tony's hands began to quiver. Now was the moment when she should actually become a part of that new world swinging round her. She would have her stake in the game—and a big stake too, for half-a-crown meant more than a fortnight's pocket-money. She looked nervously22 at Mr. Smith.
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"We'll see 'em go past before we put our money on," said he, with a calmness she thought unnatural23. "You can tell a lot by the way a horse canters up."
They leaned over the rail, and Tony gave a little cry at the first sight of colours coming from the paddock.
"Here they are—oh, what a beautiful horse!"
"A bit short in the leg," said Nigel, "we won't put our money on him."
"What about that bay—the one coming now?"
"He's a good 'un, I should say. That's Milk-O, the favourite."
"Let's back him."
"Wait, here's another. That's Midsummer Moon, the betting's 100 to 1 against him."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that he's a rank outsider."
"Then we mustn't put our money on him."
"I've known outsiders win splendidly, and, of course, if they do, their backers get thundering odds. If we put our money on Milk-O and he wins we're only in for five shillings each, but if Midsummer Moon wins for us, why, we get over twelve pounds."
"Oh!" gasped25 Tony. Her eyes grew round. "Over twelve pounds"—that would mean all sorts of splendours—a new hockey-stick, a real spliced26 beauty instead of the silly unspliced thing her father thought "good enough for a girl"; she would be able to get that wonderful illustrated27 edition of the Idylls of the King, which she had seen in Gladys Gates' home and admired so much;[Pg 114] and directly she went back to school she could give a gorgeous midnight feast—a feast of the superior order, with lemonade and veal-and-ham pies, not one of those scratch affairs at which you ate only buns and halfpenny meringues and drank a concoction28 of acid-drops dissolved in the water-jug.
Nigel saw the enthusiasm growing on her face.
"Well, would you like to put your money on Midsummer Moon? Of course you're more likely to lose, but if you win, you'll make a good thing out of it."
"Do you think he'll win?"
"I can't say—but it's a sporting chance."
"I think it's worth the risk," said Tony in a low, thrilled voice.
He looked at her intently.
"I always like to see any one ready to back an outsider."
"Don't people generally?"
"No—and nor will you, perhaps, when you're older."
She gave him her half-crown, and he disappeared with it into the crowd, having first carefully put her next a group of respectable farmers' wives. In some ways, thought Tony, he was just as particular as father. She wished he would let her go with him into the ring.
He came back in a few moments. Then suddenly the bell clanged.
"They're off!"
Silence dropped on the babel almost [Pg 115]disconcertingly. Opera-glasses flashed towards the start, rows of heads and bodies hung over the rail, Tony's breath came in short gasps29, so did Nigel's—he was desperately30 anxious for that outsider to win. As they had no glasses they could not see which colours led at the bend, but as the horses swung into the straight, there were shouts of "Milk-O!—Milk-O!"
"Damn the brute31!" said Nigel, which gave Tony another thrill of new experience. She had actually spent the afternoon with a man who swore!
"Milk-O!—Milk-O!"
"Spreadeagle!" shouted some one. Then there were more shouts of "Spreadeagle!"
"Milk-O!"—"Spreadeagle!"—the yells were deafening—then suddenly changed into a mixture of cheers and groans32, as the favourite dashed by the post.
"And—where's Midsummer Moon?" gasped poor Tony, as the field clattered33 in.
"Never started, lady," said a stout34 policeman, who, being drafted in from elsewhere, did not recognise Nigel as the young fellow on ticket-of-leave who came to report himself every month at East Grinstead.
"Oh, dear!" cried Tony, "we've lost our money."
"Never put your money on an outsider, lady," said the stout constable35.
Nigel turned to her with an odd, beseeching36 look in his eyes.
"I'm sorry ... I'm dreadfully sorry. It's my[Pg 116] fault—if it hadn't been for me you'd have backed the favourite."
"Oh, it doesn't matter the very tiniest bit."
"But I'm so sorry—I feel a beast."
"Please don't. I've enjoyed myself awfully37, and it's made the race ever so much more exciting, having some money on it."
"All right!" had been sung out from the weighing-ground, and the crowd was either pressing round the bookies, or dispersing38 along the course.
"We'd better go, I think," said Nigel, "you mustn't be late home."
"It's been perfectly39 ripping," and Tony suddenly slipped her warm gloved hand into his. "It was so kind of you to take me."
"But I made you back an outsider."
"Oh, never mind about it—please don't."
She gave his hand a little squeeze as she spoke40, and suddenly, over him once again passed that thrill of great simplicity41 which he had experienced first at Brambletye. He became dumb—quite dumb and simple, with infinite rest in his heart.
They turned to leave, jostling their way through the crowd towards the cinder-track. Soon the clamour and scramble42 were far behind, and they found the little footpath43 that ran through the fields near Goatsluck Farm.
"Which way are we going home?" asked Tony.
"We'll have tea before we go home. Will you come with me and have tea in a cottage?"
"Oh, how ripping!..."
Nigel looked round him. A cottage belonging to Goatsluck Farm was close at hand—one of those[Pg 117] dwarfed44, red cottages, where the windows gleam like eyes under the steep roof.
"Let's ask there," he said, "perhaps we can have it in the garden."
The labourer's wife was only too glad of a little incident and pence-earning. She laid a table for them by a clump45 of lilac bushes, now bare. One or two chrysanthemums46 were still in bloom, and sent their damp sweetness to the meal that Nigel and Tony had together. It was a very plain meal—only bread and butter and tea, but simplicity and bread and butter had now become vital things to Furlonger. Neither he nor Tony spoke much, but their silences were no less happy than the words that broke them.
The sun had set, a hazy crimson smeared47 the west, and above it hung one or two dim stars. A little cold wind rustled48 suddenly in the bushes, and fluttered the table-cloth. Tony's face was pale in the twilight49, and her eyes looked unnaturally50 large and dark. Then she and Nigel realised that they were both leaning forward over the table, as if they had something especially important to say to each other....
The wind dropped suddenly, and the fogs swept up and veiled the stars. The crimson deepened to purple in the west.
"Are you cold?" asked Furlonger awkwardly, and drew back.
"No, thank you," said Tony, and leaned back too.
A few minutes later they rose to go. It was half-past five, and strange shadows were in the lanes,[Pg 118] where the ruts and puddles51 gleamed. An owl52 called from Ashplats Wood. The November dusk had suddenly become chill. Nigel slipped off his overcoat and wrapped it round Tony.
"I don't want it," he insisted. "Oh, what a funny little thing you look!"
"It comes down right over my heels—it's ripping and warm."
They walked on in silence for about a quarter of a mile. Then the distant throbbing53 of a car troubled the evening. It drew nearer, and they stood aside to let it pass them in the narrow lane.
But instead of passing, it pulled up suddenly, and out jumped Sir Gambier Strife.
Their surprise and dismay were so great that for a time they could not use their tongues. Sir Gambier stood before them, his face flushed, his mouth a little open, while the dusk and the arc-lights of the huge motor had games with his figure, making it seem monstrous55 and misshapen.
"Father——" began Tony, and then stopped. She was really the least disconcerted of the three, for she had only Mr. Smith to deal with—surely the presence of such a knight56 could easily be explained and forgiven. But the other two had to face the complication of Furlonger.
"What the——" broke from Strife, after the time-honoured formula of the man who wants to swear, but objects on principle to swearing before women.
The colour mounted on Nigel's face, from his neck to his cheeks, from his cheeks to his forehead—and gradually his head drooped57.
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Tony turned to him with sublime58 assurance.
"Father, let me introduce Mr. Smith."
"Smith!"
Nigel opened his mouth to speak, but the words stuck to his tongue.
"You know about Mr. Smith," continued Tony, "how helpful he was at East Grinstead——"
"He told you his name was Smith, did he?"
"Of course. I know him quite well now—he lives at Fan's Court, near Blindley Heath, and...." Tony's voice trailed off. She wondered why Mr. Smith did not speak for himself.
"You damn liar59!" roared Strife, swinging round on Nigel.
"Father!"
"Sir Gambier, let me explain...."
"I won't hear a word. Explanation, indeed! What explanation can there be?—you victimiser of innocent little girls!—Antoinette, get into the car at once, and come home. Then we'll hear all the lies this Furlonger's been cramming60 you with."
"Furlonger...."
The word came in a long gasp24.
"Yes—Furlonger. That's his name. 'Smith,' indeed!"
"Father, he isn't Furlonger. Furlonger was quite different, short and dark and dirty-looking."
"I tell you this is Furlonger—and he's quite dirty-looking enough for me. Come along, Antoinette, I won't have you standing61 here."
"But you aren't Furlonger—are you, Mr. Smith?"
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Her voice rang with entreaty62 and the first horror of doubt. Nigel turned his eyes to hers and tried to plead with them; but they were not understanding—he saw he had only the clumsy weapon of his tongue to fight with.
"I am Furlonger," he said in a low voice.
There was a brief, electric pause. Tony had grown very white.
"Then who was that other man?—Why did you tell me your name was Smith?"
"I've no idea who the other fellow was, and I gave my name as Smith because I felt sure you'd have heard of Furlonger."
"But why—why——"
"Come along, miss," interrupted Sir Gambier. "I won't have you talking to this scoundrel."
"But I want to know why he told me all those lies."
Her face had grown hard as well as white.
"He had very good reasons, I'm sure," sneered63 Strife.
Nigel suddenly found his tongue.
"Tony!" he cried, "Tony!"
"What damned impudence64 is this?—'Tony' indeed! You'll not dare address my daughter by that name, sir."
"Tony," repeated Nigel, too desperate to realise what he was calling her. "I swear I never meant you any harm. I know it looks like it—but you mustn't think so. I wanted to be your friend because—because you didn't know of my disgrace, you treated me like a human being. You talked to me about simple things—you made me feel good[Pg 121] and clean when I was with you. That's why I 'told you all these lies.'"
The girl began to tremble. Sir Gambier laughed.
"Tony—don't forsake65 me."
"Hold your tongue, sir," thundered Strife. "I won't have any more of this. Get into the car, Antoinette."
He touched her arm, and for the first time she responded. She turned and climbed into the car, still trembling, her head bowed, tears on her cheek.
Nigel sprang on to the step.
"Tony—can't you forgive me? I didn't deceive you from any wrong motive66. Why do you look like that? Is it because I've been in prison?—I—I suffered there...."
"Oh don't!" gasped the girl, "don't speak to me—I can't bear it. I—I'm so dreadfully—disappointed."
His eyes searched her face for some pity or understanding. Instead he saw only horror, pain, and something akin54 to fright.
"Don't!" she repeated.
Then he suddenly realised that she was too young to understand.
He fell back from the step, and covered his eyes.
Sir Gambier sprang into the driver's seat. Tony did not speak again. Her father took the steering-wheel, and the car throbbed67 away into the dusk. She made no protest, and only once looked back—at the man who still stood in the middle of the lane, with his hands over his eyes.
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