All round the young woman exclamations were bursting from the men who were pressing to her very carriage step.

They kept up a disconnected conversation, jerking out phrases under the immediate influence of passing impressions.

Indeed, Philippe and Georges, Bordenave and La Faloise, could not be quiet.
"Don't shove! Let me see! Ah, the judge is getting into his box.

D'you say it's Monsieur de Souvigny?
You must have good eyesight--eh ?--to be able to tell what half a head is out of a fakement like that! Do hold your tongue--the banner's going up.

Here they are--'tenshun! Cosinus is the first!" A red and yellow banner was flapping in mid-air at the top of a mast.
The horses came on the course one by one; they were led by stableboys, and the jockeys were sitting idle-handed in the saddles, the sunlight making them look like bright dabs of color.