"
"What is your size, Miss Hannay?" Wilson asked.
"Oh, I don't care anything about the gloves, Mr. Wilson; I am sorry
I bet now."
"You needn't feel any compunction in taking them from me or from
any of us, Miss Hannay; we have all won over Seila; the regiment
will have to give a ball on the strength of it. I only put on a
hundred rupees, and so have won four hundred, but most of them have
won ever so much more than that; and all I have lost is four pair
of gloves to you, and four to Mrs. Doolan, and four to Mrs. Prothero
--a dozen in all. Which do you take, white or cream, and what is
your size?"
"Six and a half, cream."
"All right, Miss Hannay. The Nana must have lost a good lot of
money; he has been backing his horse with everyone who would lay
against it. However, it won't make any difference to him, and it
is always a satisfaction when the loss comes on someone to whom it
doesn't matter a bit. I think the regiment ought to give a dinner
to Prothero, Major; it was entirely his riding that did it; he hustled
that nigger on Mameluke splendidly. If the fellow had waited till
within half a mile of home he would have won to a certainty; I
never saw anything better."
"Well, Miss Hannay, what do you think of a horse race?" Bathurst,
who had only remained a few minutes at the carriage, asked, as
he strolled up again. "You said yesterday that you had never seen
one."
"I am a little ashamed to say I was very much excited over it,
Mr.
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