Indeed, he was very humble and repentant; and, when he went home, he knocked at his grandfather's door. It was dusk, and they could but dimly see each other's faces. "I have come to ask your forgiveness, sir," said Alfred. Old Wheels started to his feet, in joyful agitation. He understood it all immediately. "My dear boy," he said, with a sob, taking Alfred's hand, "Not another word; not another word." He pressed the young man to his heart and kissed him. Lily, hearing the voices, came into the passage. "Come here, Lily," cried Old Wheels. "Come hear, dear child." Lily flew into the room, and after the joy that this glad meeting brought to them, they settled down quietly, and talked, and thought, and hoped, while the evening shadows deepened. The tender movements she made towards Alfred and her grandfather, the expressions of exquisite happiness she uttered, almost unconsciously, every now and then, the loving caresses, the musical little laughs, the words, "O, I am so happy now! so happy!" that escaped again and again, like music from her lips, delighted the old man. "We want Lizzie here," said Old Wheels tenderly. "And Felix," thought Lily. This reunion seemed to bring Felix nearer to her. CHAPTER XL. ON EPSOM DOWNS. "Pray that I may be lucky, my dear." Alfred had spoken these words to Lizzie with fullest meaning. He did not ask for a wish; he asked for a prayer. He was not himself given to praying, but on this night, before he went to bed, he knelt at his bedside for the first time for many, many months, with a distinct devotional purpose, in his mind, and prayed with all his mental power that Kingcraft, the horse he had backed, might win the City and Suburban race on the following day.