section of the Church Lads' Brigade, and an authority on horseflesh,
expects him to be among the first three."
"The
nephews of housekeepers are
invariably optimists," said Bertie;
"it's a kind of natural
reaction against the
professional pessimism
of their aunts."
"We don't seem to get much further in our search for the probable
winner," said Mrs. de Claux; "the more I listen to you experts the
more
hopelessly befogged I get."
"It's all very well to blame us," said Bertie to his
hostess; "you
haven't produced anything in the way of an
inspiration."
"My
inspiration consisted in asking you down for Derby week,"
retorted Mrs. de Claux; "I thought you and Odo between you might
throw some light on the question of the moment."
Further recriminations were cut short by the
arrival of Lola
Pevensey, who floated into the room with an air of
gracious apology.
"So sorry to be so late," she observed, making a rapid tour of
inspection of the breakfast dishes.
"Did you have a good night?" asked her
hostess with perfunctory
solicitude.
"Quite, thank you," said Lola; "I dreamt a most
remarkable dream."
A
flutter,
indicative of general boredom; went round the table.
Other people's dreams are about as
universally interesting as
accounts of other people's gardens, or chickens, or children.
"I dreamt about the
winner of the Derby," said Lola.
A swift
reaction of
attentive interest set in.
"Do tell us what you dreamt," came in a chorus.
"The really
remarkable thing about it is that I've dreamt it two
nights running," said Lola, finally deciding between the allurements
of sausages and kedgeree; "that is why I thought it worth
mentioning. You know, when I dream things two or three nights in
succession, it always means something; I have special powers in that
way. For
instance, I once dreamed three times that a
winged lion
was flying through the sky and one of his wings dropped off, and he
came to the ground with a crash; just afterwards the Campanile at
Venice fell down. The
winged lion is the
symbol of Venice, you
know," she added for the enlightenment of those who might not be
versed in Italian heraldry. "Then," she continued, "just before the
murder of the King and Queen of Servia I had a vivid dream of two
crowned figures walking into a slaughter-house by the banks of a big
river, which I took to be the Danube; and only the other day--"
"Do tell us what you've dreamt about the Derby," interrupted Odo
impatiently.
"Well, I saw the finish of the race as clearly as anything; and one
horse won easily, almost in a canter, and everybody cried out 'Bread
and Butter wins! Good old Bread and Butter.' I heard the name
distinctly, and I've had the same dream two nights running."
"Bread and Butter," said Mrs. de Claux, "now,
whatever horse can
that point to? Why--of course; Nursery Tea!"
She looked round with the
triumphant smile of a successful
unraveller of mystery.
"How about Le Five O'Clock?" interposed Sir Lulworth.
"It would fit either of them
equally well," said Odo; "can you
remember any details about the jockey's colours? That might help
us."
"I seem to remember a
glimpse of lemon sleeves or cap, but I can't
be sure," said Lola, after due reflection.
"There isn't a lemon
jacket or cap in the race," said Bertie,
referring to a list of starters and jockeys; "can't you remember
anything about the appearance of the horse? If it were a thick-set
animal, this bread and butter would typify Nursery Tea; and if it
were thin, of course, it would mean Le Five O'Clock."
"That seems sound enough," said Mrs. de Claux; "do think, Lola dear,
whether the horse in your dream was thin or stoutly built."
"I can't remember that it was one or the other," said Lola; "one
wouldn't notice such a detail in the
excitement of a finish."
"But this was a
symbolic animal," said Sir Lulworth; "if it were to
typify thick or thin bread and butter surely it ought to have been
either as bulky and tubby as a shire cart-horse; or as thin as a
heraldic leopard."
"I'm afraid you are rather a
careless dreamer," said Bertie
resentfully.
"Of course, at the moment of dreaming I thought I was witnessing a
real race, not the portent of one," said Lola; "otherwise I should
have particularly noticed all helpful details."
"The Derby isn't run till to-morrow," said Mrs. de Claux; "do you
think you are likely to have the same dream again to-night? If so;
you can fix your attention on the important detail of the animal's