La Faloise meanwhile was making an insufferable noise. He was getting wild over Frangipane.
“I've an inspiration,” he kept shouting. “Just look at Frangipane. What an action, eh? I back Frangipane at eight to one. Who'll take me?”
“Do keep quiet now,” said Labordette at last. “You'll be sorry for it if you do.”
“Frangipane's a screw,” Philippe declared. “He's been utterly blown upon already. You'll see the canter.”
The horses had gone up to the right, and they now started for the preliminary canter, passing in loose order before the stands. Thereupon there was a passionate fresh burst of talk, and people all spoke at once.
“Lusignan's too long in the back, but he's very fit. Not a cent, I tell you, on Valerio II; he's nervous—gallops with his head up—it's a bad sign. Jove! Burne's rid
