"Many thanks, Miss Moore! I think I am on this
occasion at least. We shall have a fine day for the Graydown races
to-morrow."
"Are you keen on racing?" asked Juliet.
He laughed. "I've no time for frivolities of that sort."
"You could make time if you wanted to," observed Mrs. Fielding. "You are
free on Saturday."
"Am I?" said Green.
She challenged him in sudden exasperation. "Well, what do you do on your
off days?"
He considered for a moment. "I'll tell you what I'm doing to-morrow, if
you like," he said. "In the morning I hold a swimming class for all who
care to attend. In the afternoon I've got a cricket match. And in the
evening I'm running an open-air concert at High Shale with Ashcott."
"For those wretched miners!" exclaimed Mrs. Fielding.
He nodded. "Yes, and their wives and their babies. They are rather
amusing shows sometimes. We use native talent of course. I believe you
would be interested, Miss Moore."
"I am sure I should," said Juliet. "May I come to one some day?"
He faced her boldly. "Will you help at one--some day?"
"Oh, really!" broke in Mrs. Fielding. "That is too much. I am sure my
husband would never agree to that.
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