training"--"a swell all over, but rides no end,"
with other innumerable contradictory phrases, according as the speaker
was "on" him or against him, buzzed about him from the riff-raff of the
Ring, in no way disturbing his serene equanimity.

One man, a big fellow, "'ossy" all over, with the genuine sporting
cut-away coat, and a superabundance of showy necktie and bad jewelry,
eyed him curiously, and slightly turned so that his back was toward
Bertie, as the latter was entering a bet with another Guardsman well
known on the turf, and he himself was taking long odds with little Berk
Cecil, the boy having betted on his brother's riding, as though he
had the Bank of England at his back. Indeed, save that the lad had
the hereditary Royallieu instinct of extravagance, and, with a half
thoughtless, half willful improvidence, piled debts and difficulties
on this rather brainless and boyish head, he had much more to depend on
than his elder; old Lord Royallieu doted on him, spoilt him, and denied
him nothing, though himself a stern, austere, passionate man, made
irascible by ill health, and, in his fits of anger, a very terrible
personage indeed--no more to be conciliated by persuasion than iron
is to be bent by the hand; so terrible that even his pet dreaded him
mortally, and came to Bertie to get his imprudences and peccadilloes
covered from the Viscount's sight.

Glancing round at this moment as he stood in the ring, Cecil saw the
betting man with whom Berkeley was taking long odds on the race; he
raised his eyebrows, and his face darkened for a second, though resuming
its habitual listless serenity almost immediately.

"You remember that case of welshing after the Ebor St. Leger, Con?" he
said in a low tone to the Earl of Constantia, with whom he was talking.
The Earl nodded assent; everyone had heard of it, and a very flagrant
case it was.

"There's the fellow," said Cecil laconically, and strode toward him with
his long, lounging cavalry swing. The man turned pallid under his florid
skin, and tried to edge imperceptibly away; but the density of the
throng prevented his moving quickly enough to evade Cecil, who stooped
his head, and said a word in his ear. It was briefly:

"Leave the ring."

The rascal, half bully, half coward, rallied from the startled fear into
which his first recognition by the Guardsman (who had been the chief
witness against him in a very scandalous matter at York, and who had
warned him that i