of sentiment than anything else I have managed to pay
my subscriptions to my clubs. I still have the freedom of Tattersall's
and Newmarket, though I have known what it is to sleep out of doors, but
not till this minute did I fully realize what I threw away. Ah, we were
good friends in those days, May."

May Haredale nodded. It was difficult to speak at that moment, for she
and Harry Fielden had been more than friends. They had been brought up
together from childhood, and had been together at many a dance and
tennis party and many a clinking run with the hounds. Nothing had ever
passed between them, but it was a tacit understanding that Fielden and
May Haredale would wait for one another.

When the crash came and Fielden disappeared, May had made no sign, but
from that time she was more sedate and seemed to have left her old life
and spirits behind her.

"I had not forgotten you," she murmured presently. "We must try to do
something for you, Harry. I will speak to father. And then there is Mr.
Copley. He has a fine establishment near us and one of the largest
racing stables in the kingdom. But you don't know him. He is a South
African millionaire who has come into our neighbourhood since your
time."

"Oh, I have met some of them," Fielden said grimly. "They don't think
so much of them out there as folk do at home. I fancy I know the name. I
wonder if it is the same Copley I met on the Rand--but, no, that is out
of the question. So you think he might find me something to do? You
don't know what heartbreaking work it is, seeking occupation and finding
none. And I am anxious to work, goodness knows. I am young and strong,
steady and trustworthy, and there is no man living who knows more about
horses than I do. I wonder if you would mind speaking to this man for
me. I've got no pride now. I have had that knocked out of me. But
perhaps you would not like me to come down into the old neighbourhood
again. You might not care for it."

"Oh, my dear boy," May said reproachfully. "How can you talk like that!
You know that there are some friends who were ready to do anything for
you. But you would not give them a chance. You disappeared without so
much as saying good-bye."

"Well, you can understand my feelings," Fielden answered. "However, I've
got to go down to the old place to-morrow, in any case. There are some
things in the house that I need, and I shall hope to meet Joe Raffle. It
was very good of you to take Joe into y