he may irritate Edgar, he does not stay long, and retires discreetly.

Having finished his review of the stables, the carriage-houses, and the harness-rooms, and having given his orders in a tone of military command, Edgar gets into his automobile again, and starts rapidly for the Champs-Elysees, where at first he makes a short stop in a little bar-room, among race- track people, skunk-faced tipsters, who drop mysterious words into his ears, and show him con- fidential dispatches. The rest of the morning is devoted to visits to sundry trades-people, to give them new orders and receive commissions, and to horse-dealers, with whom such conversations as the following take place :

'•Well, Master Edgar? "

"Well, Master Poolny? "

â– -'I have a buyer for the baron's bays."

" They are not for sale."

• « Fifty pounds for you. ' '

"No."

' ' A hundred pounds. Master Edgar. ' '

" We will see. Master Poolny."

" That is not all. Master Edgar."

' ' What else. Master Poolny ? ' '

" I have two magnificent sorrels for the baron."

' ' We do not need them. ' '

' ' Fifty pounds for you. ' '

"No."