The Amateur Gentleman

"And give up the race, Bev?"

"Yes," said Barnabas, sighing, "even that if need be."

Here the Viscount lay back among his pillows and stared up at the

tester of the bed, and his gaze was still directed thitherwards when

he spoke: "And you would do all this--"

"For--Her sake," said Barnabas softly, "besides, I promised, Dick."

"And you have seen her--only once, Bev!"

"Twice, Dick."

Again there was silence while the Viscount stared up at the tester

and Barnabas frowned down at the clenched fist on his knee.

"Gad!" said the Viscount suddenly, "Gad, Beverley, what a deuced

determined fellow you are!"

"You see--I love her, Dick."

"And by the Lord, Bev, shall I tell you what I begin to think?"

"Yes, Dick."

"Well, I begin to think that in spite of--er--me, and hum--all the

rest of 'em, in spite of everything--herself included, if need be,

--you'll win her yet."

"And shall I tell you what I begin to think, Dick?"

"Yes."

"I begin to think that you have never--loved her at all."

"Eh?" cried the Viscount, starting up very suddenly, "what?--never

lov--oh, Gad, Beverley! what the deuce should make you think that?"

"Clemency!" said Barnabas.

The Viscount stared, opened his mouth, shut it, ran his fingers

through his hair, and fell flat upon his pillows again.

"So now," said Barnabas the persistent, "now you know why I am so

anxious to meet Jasper Gaunt."

"Gaunt!" said the Viscount dreamily, "Gaunt!"

"Captain Slingsby has to see him this afternoon,--at least so you

said, and I was wondering--"

"Slingsby! Oh, egad I forgot! so he has,--curricle's ordered for

half-past three. Will you oblige me by prodding him with your cane,

Bev? Don't be afraid,--poke away, my dear fellow, Sling takes a

devil of a lot of waking."

Thus admonished, Barnabas presently succeeded in arousing the

somnolent Slingsby, who, lifting a drowsy head, blinked sleepily,

and demanded in an injured tone: "Wha' the dooce it was all about, b'gad?" Then having yawned

prodigiously and come somewhat to himself, he proceeded to crawl

from under the settee, when, catching sight of Barnabas, he sprang

lightly to his feet and greeted him cordially.

"Ah, Beverley!" he cried,--"how goes it? Glad you woke me--was

having a devil of a dream. Thought the 'Rascal' had strained his

'off' fore-leg, and was out of the race! What damnable things dreams

are, b'gad!"