Arabella

Bertram’s acquaintance with Lord Wivenhoe prospered rapidly.

After a day spent together at the races, each was so well pleased with the other that further assignations were made.

Lord Wivenhoe did not trouble to enquire into his new friend’s age, and Bertram naturally did not confess that he was only just eighteen years old.

Wivenhoe drove him to Epsom in his curricle, with a pair of dashing bays harnessed in the bar, and finding that Bertram was knowledgeable on the subject of horseflesh, good-naturedly offered to hand over the ribbons to him.