CHAPTER XI

WHICH DESCRIBETH TWO FRIENDS “And now, old bean,” said Lord Withymore, busy with glass and syphon, “if you won’t drink—smoke! And enough o’ the gees, tell me about yourself.” “Well—just what, George?” “Why, everything. First, how many ponies did you bring over?” “None,” answered Dallas. His lordship sat up in his chair so suddenly that he dropped his cigar. “What—what?” he murmured faintly. “Why then—who’s mounting you?” “Nobody.” “But . . . man alive . . . the International polo match . . . Ranelagh . . . next mon…