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"Depending as I do on a widowed mother in Brixton for all the
expenditure that isn't covered by my pot-hunting--"
"Of course," said Benham, "it wasn't a fair sample afternoon."
"Still--"
"There's footer," said Benham, "we might both play footer."
"Or boxing."
"And, anyhow, you must come with me when I drive again. I'm going
to start a trotter."
"If I miss another drive may I be--lost for ever," said Billy, with
the utmost sincerity. "Never more will I get down, Benham, wherever
you may take me. Short of muffing my fellowship I'm with you
always. . . . Will it be an American trotter?"
"It will be the rawest, gauntest, ungainliest brute that ever scared
the motor-bicycles on the Northampton Road. It will have the legs
and stride of an ostrich. It will throw its feet out like dealing
cards. It will lift its head and look the sun in the eye like a
vulture. It will have teeth like the English spinster in a French
comic paper. . . . And we will fly. . . ."
"I shall enjoy it very much," said Prothero in a small voice after
an interval for reflection.


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