You should see 'em behind scenes.

No more honor! It's all up with honor! Filth belowstairs, filth abovestairs, filth everywhere.
That's why I won't be bothered about 'em!" And with a comprehensive gesture she took in everybody, from the grooms leading the horses on to the course to the sovereign lady busy chatting with with Charles, a prince and a dirty fellow to boot.
"Bravo, Nana! Awfully smart, Nana!" cried La Faloise enthusiastically.
The tolling of a bell was lost in the wind; the races continued.

The Prix d'Ispahan had just been run for and Berlingot, a horse belonging to the Mechain stable, had won.

Nana recalled Labordette in order to obtain news of the hundred louis, but he burst out laughing and refused to let her know the horses he had chosen for her, so as not to disturb the luck, as he phrased it.

Her money was well placed; she would see that all in good time.