Close by were some empty stalls, and Nana was disappointed at discovering only a gendarme's horse there.

Then there was the paddock, a small course some hundred meters in circumference, where a stable help was walking about Valerio II in his horsecloths.

And, oh, what a lot of men on the graveled sidewalks, all of them with their tickets forming an orange-colored patch in their bottonholes! And what a continual parade of people in the open galleries of the grandstands! The scene interested her for a moment or two, but truly, it was not worth while getting the spleen because they didn't admit you inside here.
Daguenet and Fauchery passed by and bowed to her.

She made them a sign, and they had to come up.

Thereupon she made hay of the weighing-in enclosure.