You must never quarrel with
him on my account, Bunny, my lad. It would be very poor economy on your
part."
"I shan't do that," said Bunny. "But he's got to do you justice. Maud
says the same."
Saltash laughed aloud. "But, my dear chap, nobody ever does that! I don't
myself!"
Bunny looked at him with affection. "You always have tried to make
yourself out a worse rotter than you really are, haven't you, Charlie?
I always tell Jake so."
"No, it's not my doing," said Saltash lightly. "That's the rest of the
world, _mon ami_. They like their pictures highly coloured. So--_pourquoi
pas_?"
He snapped his fingers and laughed, and they passed on together with
careless jesting and friendly chaff. Saltash had always been kind to
young Bernard Brian. The boy had been a helpless cripple in his
childhood, and he had developed a keen appreciation for all kindness
during those days which nothing could now efface. Whatever Saltash's
morals, he was a friend, and as such Bunny never failed to treat him.
They spent the rest of the afternoon together in and out of the
enclosure, and when amidst wild enthusiasm Prince Charlie won his
maiden race, the two were waiting side by side to congratulate Jake
as he led the victor in.
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