The trade of former days had never brought the excitement and the fortune that this horse’s hoofs had done. The dust they had thrown up had fallen a happy, golden shower upon Shoreham. In every corner and crevice of life the glitter appeared. That fine red dress on the builder’s wife, and the feathers that the girls flaunt at their sweethearts, the loud trousers on the young man’s legs, the cigar in his mouth—all is Goodwood gold. It glitters in that girl’s ears and on this girl’s finger.
It was said that the town of Shoreham had won two thousand pounds on the race; it was said that Mr. Leopold had won two hundred; it was said that William Latch had won fifty; it was said that Wall, the coachman, had won five-and-twenty; it was said that the Gaffer had won forty thousand pounds. For ten m
