"
At that moment the policeman stopped and looked in. All eyes went up to
the clock, and Esther said, "We shall lose our licence if----"
"If we don't get out," said Ginger.
William apologised.
"The law is the law, sir, for rich and poor alike; should be sorry to
hurry you, sir, but in these days very little will lose a man his house.
Now, Herbert, finish your drink. No, Walter, can't serve any more liquor
to-night.... Charles, close the private bar, let no one else in.... Now,
gentlemen, gentlemen."
Old John lit his pipe and led the way. William held the door for them. A
few minutes after the house was closed.
A locking of drawers, fastening of doors, putting away glasses, making
things generally tidy, an hour's work before bed-time, and then they
lighted their candle in the little parlour and went upstairs.
William flung off his coat. "I'm dead beat," he said, "and all this to
lose----" He didn't finish the sentence. Esther said--
"You've a heavy book on the Derby. Perhaps an outsider'll win."
"I 'ope so.... But if you'd care to see the race, I think it can be
managed. I shall be busy, but Journeyman or Ketley will look after you."
"I don't know that I should care to walk about all day with Journeyman,
nor Ketley neither."
They were both tired, and with an occasional remark they undressed and got
into bed.
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