As they sat over
their coffee in the cool breeze, with, in the air, the scent of
flowers and the swing of music, and with, at their feet, the lights
of the great city, the world seemed very bright.
"It has been a great day," sighed Carter. "And if I hadn't had
nervous prostration I would have enjoyed it. That race- course is
always cool, and there were some fine finishes. I noticed two
horses that would bear watching, Her Highness and Glowworm. If we
weren't leaving to-morrow, I'd be inclined----" Dolly regarded him
with eyes of horror.
"Champneys Carter!" she exclaimed. As she said it, it sounded like
"Great Jehoshaphat!"
Carter protested indignantly. "I only said, "he explained, "if I
were following the races, I'd watch those horses. Don't worry!" he
exclaimed. "I know when to stop."
The next morning they took breakfast on the tiny terrace of a
restaurant overlooking Bryant Park, where, during the first days of
their honeymoon, they had always breakfasted. For sentimental
reasons they now revisited it. But Dolly was eager to return at
once to the flat and pack, and Carter seemed distraught. He
explained that he had had a bad night.
"I'm so sorry," sympathized Dolly, "but to-night you will have a
fine sleep going up the Sound. Any more nightmares?" she asked.
"Nightmares!" exploded Carter fiercely.
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