Sir Hilton's Sin Part 12

"Nonsense! You say yourself the mare's sure to win."

"Bar accidents, she must."

"Then make your game."

"No; I have no money."

"Why, you said just now that her ladys.h.i.+p had placed four thou' to your credit in her bank."

"For my electioneering exes."

"Bos.h.!.+ To use. Put on the pot and make it boil. Why, man, you could clear enough on the strength of that coin lying idle to set you up for a couple of years."

"Ye-e-es," said Sir Hilton, who began biting at his nails. "Might, mightn't I?"

"Of course. Why, you would be mad to miss the chance."

"It does sound tempting."

"Tempting? Of course. It isn't as if there was any gambling in it."

"Exactly. There would be no gambling in it?"

"Of course not. If it were some horse whose character you did not know, it would be different. But here you are--your own mare, whom you know down to the ground. Your own jockey, too. Look here, dear boy, La Sylphide can't help winning. You'd be mad to miss this chance. I should say, go and see the run, but I give way to your scruples there; but when I see you chucking away a pile of money I begin to kick."

Sir Hilton rose and walked up and down the room, as his old friend and companion continued talking, and ended by coming back to the table and bringing down his fist with a bang.

"Yes," he cried, "it would be madness to miss the chance. By Jove!

I'll do it."

"Bravo, old man!"

"I'll put it in your hands, Jack. Get on for me all you can."

"Up to what?"

"All I've got in the bank. Four thou'."

"Do you mean it?"

"Of course."

"Well done, old chap. That's Hilt up to the hilt, like in the old times."

"Pst! Someone coming," said the baronet, dropping into a chair. "We didn't hear the chaise. It's my wife."

CHAPTER FIVE.

A LAMENTABLE CASE.

Lady Lisle swept into the room, fresh from the pony-carriage, looking rather stern and haughty, her brows knitting at the sight of the breakfast things, and then rising a little as she saw the gallant-looking gentleman who rose and advanced to meet her.

"Dr Granton!"

"At your service, Lady Lisle. I was in the neighbourhood, and rode over to see my dear old friend, but I am just off. I congratulate you. How well he looks!"

"I am glad you think so. But--you have only just come. Will you not stay? My husband must have a good deal to say to you."

"We could talk for hours, my dear madam, but I must be going on."

"You will stay to lunch?"

"Impossible. Most important business in the neighbourhood. Hilton has been most hospitable and refreshed me, and I really must be off--eh, Hilt?"

"Certainly."

"The fact is, Lady Lisle, it is a question of money matters. Business connection with a bank."

Lady Lisle bowed, and looked relieved.

"If you must go, then, Dr Granton--"

"I really must, my dear madam. No, no, Hilton, dear boy, don't ring for the horse; I'll go round by the stables and pick up my hack. Don't you come. Good-morning, Lady Lisle. I hope you will let me call if I am again this way?"

"Certainly, Dr Granton. I am always happy to extend the hospitality of the Denes to my husband's friends."

"Thank you; of course. Once more, good-morning. Morning, Hilton, dear boy. Au revoir!"

He pa.s.sed out, and the frown on Lady Lisle's brow deepened. "I'm afraid, Hilton," she said, "that Dr Granton's business may have something to do with the races."

"Eh? Indeed! Well, now you say so, I suppose it is possible."

"You have not allowed him to tempt you into going, Hilton?"

"No, my dear," said the baronet; "certainly not."

He spoke out quickly and firmly, the glow of the virtuous who had resisted temptation warming his breast.

"Thank you, dear," she said, laying her hand almost caressingly upon her lord's shoulder. "It could only have meant gambling, risking money to win that of others. Hilton, my love, it is so vile and despicable."

"Think so, Laura?" he said, with the cold chill of his wife's words completely extinguis.h.i.+ng the virtuous glow.

"Think so? Oh, yes, Hilton. You cannot imagine how happy you make me by the way you are casting behind you your old weaknesses, and are devoting yourself to Parliamentary study."

"For which I fear I am very unfit," said Sir Hilton; and he turned cold directly after at a horrible thought which seemed to stun him.