y, you don't mean to say," the Doctor broke in, "that you have been
trying to cram your theories down his throat on a racecourse?"

"It was before the race began," Bathurst said, "and I don't think the
Commissioner has any more interest in racing than I have."

"Not in racing," the Doctor agreed, "but I expect he has an interest in
enjoying himself generally, which is a thing you don't seem to have the
most remote idea of. Here we are just getting up a sweepstake for the
next race; hand over a rupee and try to get up an interest in it. Do try
and forget your work till the race is over. I have brought you here
to do you good. I regard you as my patient, and I give you my medical
orders that you are to enjoy yourself."

Bathurst laughed.

"I am enjoying myself in my way, Doctor."

"Who is that very pretty woman standing up in the next carriage but
one?" Isobel asked.

"She comes from an out station," the Doctor repeated; "she is the wife
of the Collector there, but I think she likes Cawnpore better than
Boorgum; her name is Rose."

"Is that her husband talking to her?"

"No; that is a man in the Artillery here, I think."

"Yes," the Major said, "that is Harrowby, a good looking fellow, and
quite a ladies' man."

"Do you mean a man ladies like, uncle, or who likes the society of
ladies?"

"Both in his case, I should fancy," the Major said; "I believe he is
considered one of the best looking men in the service."

"I don't see why he should be liked for that," Isobel said. "As far as I
have seen, good looking men are not so pleasant as others. I suppose it
is because they are conscious of their own good looks, and therefore do
not take the trouble of being amusing. We had one very good looking
man on board ship, and he was the dullest man to talk to on board. No,
Doctor, I won't have any names mentioned, but I am right, am I not?"

"He was a dull specimen, certainly," the Doctor said, "but I think you
are a little too sweeping."

"I don't mean all good looking men, of course, but men who what I call
go in for being good looking. I don't know whether you know what I mean.
What are you smiling at, Mr. Wilson?"

"I was thinking of two or three men I know to whom your description
applies, Miss Hannay; but I must be going--they are just going to start
the next race, and mine is the one after, so I must go and get ready.
You wish me success, don't you?"

"I wish you all the success you deserve. I can't say mo