He didn't know--couldn't tell! Nobody thought of anything but spending money in these days, and racing about, and having what they called 'a good time.' A motor-car went past the window.

Ugly great lumbering thing, making all that racket! But there it was, the country rattling to the dogs! People in such a hurry that they couldn't even care for style--a neat turnout like his barouche and bays was worth all those new-fangled things.

And consols at 116! There must be a lot of money in the country.

And now there was this old Kruger! They had tried to keep old Kruger from him.

But he knew better; there would be a pretty kettle of fish out there! He had known how it would be when that fellow Gladstone--dead now, thank God! made such a mess of it after that dreadful business at Majuba.