"Do, sir; and I wouldn't lose no time about it. You see, we can't do much when we're down at The Towers, and the Randan Stakes is on next week." "H'm, yes," said the butler, relaxing a little, and condescending to a smile. "Orthur, I've got a sovereign on the favourite." "You have, sir? What! on Ajax?" "That's right, my lad; and I advise you to put half-a-crown or five shillings on 'im too. There's a tip for you." "Yah!" ejaculated the footman in disgust. "I wouldn't put the price of a glass of ale on that 'orse." "Eh, why?" cried the butler, looking startled. "'Cause Ajax won't run." "What? How do you know?" "I heard the guv'nor tell the little 'un so last night, and that he was to back Ducrow." "Phew!" whistled the butler. "Put two quids on Ducrow, sir, and it'll be all right. I've got ten shillings on, and I'd have made it two tens if I'd had a friend who'd ha' lent me the coin." "Orthur," whispered the butler, effusively; "you're a good lad, and I'll lend you the money." "You will, sir? And go on as I said?" The butler nodded. "Carriage, sir," said the footman, sharply, and they both drew back into the hall ready for the brougham which was driven up, and from which two ladies descended. CHAPTER FOURTEEN. FACE TO FACE AGAIN. "That's the house," said Chester to himself; "I can swear to it. Highcombe Street, Number 44." He laughed in his excitement--an unpleasant, harsh laugh which startled him; for as a doctor he had had to deal with strange patients beside the one at the mysterious house, and he knew pretty well how a man acted who had been overwrought and whose nerves were in that state which borders upon insanity. "This will not do," he muttered. "I must be careful," and, trying to pull himself together and make his plans in a matter-of-fact way, his startled feeling grew into a sensation of alarm, and he awakened fully now to the fact that the strain from which he had suffered had been too great. "I must pull up short," he said to himself. "This last month I have been acting like a madman. Well, love--the real passion--is a kind of madness, and I could not have acted otherwise with the horror of the position in which I left her upon my mind." As he walked home, though, he grew cooler, and made up his mind to watch the house until he obtained an interview with Marion. He shrugged his shoulders as he entered his own door, and shut himself in his consulting-room, to sit for an hour trying to grow calmer; but there was a wild throbbing in his excited brain which he could not master, and try how he would, even to the extent of taking a sedative, he could not keep down the feeling of mad exultation at having at last discovered the place. "I shall see her again," he muttered; "I shall see her again!" A pair of soft dark eyes in a sweet, pale face seemed to rise reproachfully before him, but he mentally turned from the piteous look.