Voices were raised in a scream; the passion for gambling filled the air, set faces glowing and arms waving excitedly, while the bookmakers, perched on their conveyances, shouted odds and jotted down amounts right furiously.

Yet these were only the small fry of the betting world; the big bets were made in the weighing enclosure.

Here, then, raged the keen contest of people with light purses who risked their five-franc pieces and displayed infinite covetousness for the sake of a possible gain of a few louis.

In a word, the battle would be between Spirit and Lusignan.
Englishmen, plainly recognizable as such, were strolling about among the various groups.

They were quite at home; their faces were fiery with excitement; they were afready triumphant.