Elspeth smiled when she saw me, but turned the next second to gossip with her little court.

She was a devout lover of horses, and had eyes for nothing but the racing.

Her cheeks were flushed, and it was pretty to watch her excitement; how she hung breathless on the movements of the field, and clapped her hands at a brave finish.

Pretty, indeed, but exasperating to one who had no part in that pleasant company.
I stood gloomily by the rail at the edge of the ladies' awning, acutely conscious of my loneliness.

Presently Mr.Grey, whose racing was over, came to us, and had a favour pinned in his coat by Elspeth's fingers.
He was evidently high in her good graces, for he sat down by her and talked gleefully.