"I am so glad to see you," she said. They walked away together, after she had introduced him to one or two of her friends. Brack saw them and muttered to himself: "That's the lady was making inquiries about him at Torquay, and she doesn't know who he is; she can't. Wonder what her game is, and his? She knows Hackler too. There may be danger. I'd best give him a hint if I get a chance." "What will win the St. Leger, Mr. Rolfe?" she asked. "Ripon, I suppose; that is your tip," he said. "Yes, they are very confident. His owner is one of our party; we are all on it. Have you backed anything?" "I have a modest investment on Tearaway; I am staying at Haverton with Mr. Woodridge," he said. "You appear to have faith in the filly." "Oh, it's only a fancy; she may not be as good as they think," he said. Picton saw them together. He was surprised, startled; he thought of Hector's remark about keeping his eyes open. He recognized Mrs. Elroy, although he had not seen her for several years. What a terrible risk Hector ran! Was it possible she did not recognize him, that she really thought he was William Rolfe? It seemed incredible after all that had happened. Was she deceiving Hector as he was her? Picton remembered his brother had spoken about a plan, and revenge. What was his intention? If Mrs. Elroy did not know he was Hector Woodridge, then indeed his brother had a weapon in his hands which might help him to awful vengeance; the mere possibility of what might happen made Picton shudder. Hector had suffered terribly, but was it sufficient to condone a revenge, the consequences of which no one could foresee? They appeared quite happy together. Had his brother fallen under her spell for the second time? No, that was not possible; it was not in human nature to forgive such injuries as she had inflicted upon him. Mrs. Elroy saw Picton, recognized him, and said to Hector: "That is your friend Mr. Woodridge, is it not?" "Yes; do you know him?" "No." "Would you care to be introduced?" "As you please," she replied; she was thankful when Picton went away with Sir Robert, and the introduction was avoided. "There will be an opportunity later on," said Hector. "When are you returning to town?" "After the races, on Saturday." "From Doncaster?" "Yes." "What train do you travel by?" She named a train in the afternoon. "May I have the pleasure of your company?" he asked. "I shall be delighted if you wish it." "I do," he said. "Nothing will give me greater pleasure." "Then I shall expect you," she said, with a glance he knew well, as she rejoined her friends. Undoubtedly Lenise Elroy was one of the most attractive women at the races; there was just that touch of uncertainty about her mode of living which caused men to turn and look at her, and women to avoid her when possible. Sir Robert Raines, when he saw her, said to Picton: "I wonder she dare show her face here in Yorkshire; some women have no shame in them."