principles. If a man has any at all, he always has some to spare for
his neighbors. And who wants to act up to another man's principles?
By-the-way, are you doing any good here, Cartoner?"

"None."

"Nor I," pursued Deulin; "and I am bored. That is why I want you to come
to the races with me. Besides, it would be more marked to stay away than
to go--especially for an Englishman and a Frenchman, who lead the world
in racing."

"That is why I am going," said Cartoner.

"Then you don't like racing?"

"Yes, I am very fond of it," answered the Englishman, in the same absent
voice, as he led the way towards the door.

In the Jasna they found a drosky, where there is always one to be found
at the corner of the square, and they did not speak during the drive
up the broad Marszalkowska to the rather barren suburb of the Mokotow
(where bricks and mortar are still engaged in emphasizing the nakedness
of the land), for the simple reason that speech is impossible while
driving through the streets of the worst-paved city in Europe. Which is
a grudge that the traveller may bear against Russia, for if Poland
had been a kingdom she would assuredly have paved the streets of her
capital.

The race-course is not more than fifteen minutes' drive from the heart
of the town, and all Warsaw was going thither this sunny afternoon. At