“She won’t come again,” said Geoffrey.  “She’s going away from Swanhaven in two days’ time.”

“I’ve put every shilling I’m worth in the world on you,” pursued Perry, relapsing into tenderness.  “And I tell you I felt it!  It cut me to the heart when I see you coming along with a woman at your heels.  It’s a fraud on his backers, I says to myself—­that’s what it is, a fraud on his backers!”

“Shut up!” said Geoffrey.  “And come and help me to win your money.”  He kicked open the door of the cottage—­and athlete and trainer disappeared from view.

After waiting a few minutes by the little flag, Mrs. Glenarm saw the two men approaching her from the cottage.  Dressed in a close-fitting costume, light and elastic, adapting itself to every movement, and made to answer every purpose required by the exercise in which he was abo ut to engage, Geoffrey’s physical advantages showed themselves in their best and bravest aspect.  His head sat proud and easy on his firm, white throat, bared to the air.  The rising of his mighty chest, as he drew in deep draughts of the fragrant summer breeze; the play of his lithe and supple loins; the easy, elastic stride of his straight and shapely legs, presented a triumph of physical manhood in its highest type.  Mrs. Glenarm’s eyes devoured him in silent admiration.  He looked like a young god of mythology—­like a statue animated with color and life.  “Oh, Geoffrey!” she exclaimed, softly, as he went by.  He neither answered, nor looked:  he had other business on hand than listening to soft nonsense.  He was gathering himself up for the effort; his lips were set; his fists were lightly clenched.  Perry posted himself at his place, grim and silent, with the watch in his hand.  Geoffrey walked on beyond the flag, so as to give himself start enough to reach his full speed as he passed it.  “Now then!” said Perry.  In an instant more, he flew by (to Mrs. Glenarm’s excited imagination) like an arrow from a bow.  His action was perfect.  His speed, at its utmost rate of exertion, preserved its rare underlying elements of strength and steadiness.  Less and less and less he grew to the eyes that followed his course; still lightly flying over the ground, still firmly keeping the straight line.  A moment more, and the runner vanished behind the wall of the cottage, and the stop-watch of the trainer returned to its place in his pocket.

In her eagerness to know the result, Mrs. Glenarm forget her jealousy of Perry.

“How long has he been?” she asked.

“There’s a good many besides you would be glad to know that,” said Perry.

“Mr. Delamayn will tell me, you rude man!”

“That depends, ma’am, on whether I tell him.”

With this reply, Perry hurried back to the cottage.

Not a word passed while the trainer was attending to his man, and while the man was recovering his breath.  When Geoffrey had been carefully rubbed down, and clothed again in his ordinary garments, Perry pulled a comfortable easy-chair out of a corner.  Geoffrey fell into the chair, rather than sat down in it.  Perry started, and looked at him attentively.