Never
mind. I won't give you up. You shall lie snug here for a few days!"
Monty fell on his knees. "You won't let any one know that I am
here!" he pleaded.
"Not I," Da Souza answered fervently.
Monty rose to his feet, his face full of dumb misery.
"Now," he muttered, "I shall never see her - never - never - never!"
There was a bottle half full of spirits upon the table and a tumbler
as yet unused. A gleam flashed in his eyes. He filled the tumbler
and raised it to his lips. Da Souza watched him curiously with the
benevolent smile still upon his face.
CHAPTER XXXII
"You are very smart, Ernestine," he said, looking her admiringly.
"One must be smart at Ascot," she answered, "or stay away."
"I've just heard some news," he continued.
"Yes?"
"Who do you think is here?"
She glanced at him sideways under her lace parasol. "Every one I
should think."
"Including," he said, "Mr. Scarlett Trent!" She grew a shade paler,
and leaned for a moment against the rail of the paddock in which
they were lounging.
"I thought," she said, "that the Mazetta Castle was not due till
to-day."
"She touched at Plymouth in the night, and he had a special train
up. He has some horses running, you know."
"I suppose," she remarked, "that he is more of a celebrity than
ever now!"
"Much more," he answered.
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