"
"And you, Jimmy?" asked Marchmont, turning to him; they made a group of
three at the club.
"I don't think Quisante'll go far wrong," said Jimmy. "You know Dick's
gone in too?"
"What, after the Crusade?"
"This is another sort of game," said Jimmy, with a grim smile; he had
gone in after both the Crusade and the Sinnett affair. He turned to Sir
Winterton; "Old Foster of Henstead's in it too; he's pretty wide-awake,
you know."
"Oh, we Henstead fellows have heads on our shoulders," said Sir
Winterton, but he looked a little less happy; he had never acquitted
Foster with the confidence that Quisante had won from him.
"And you'll grow rich against your wedding, Jimmy?" asked Marchmont.
Again Jimmy smiled. The wedding was near now, and the next day he was
going to Ashwood to meet Fanny Gaston.
"You're going to Dick's on Friday, aren't you?" he said to Marchmont.
"I believe I am."
"Ah, then you shall hear about our show from Quisante himself."
"What?" Weston Marchmont's tone expressed surprise rather than pleasure.
"May's going to be there, and he's coming for the Sunday.
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