She had been following their movement from behind while the cruppers sped away and the legs seemed to grow longer as they raced and then diminished till they looked slender as strands of hair.

Now the horses were running at the end of the course, and she caught a side view of them looking minute and delicate of outline against the green distances of the Bois.

Then suddenly they vanished behind a great clump of trees growing in the middle of the Hippodrome.
"Don't talk about it!" cried Georges, who was still full of hope.

"It isn't over yet.

The Englishman's touched." But La Faloise was again seized with contempt for his country and grew positively outrageous in his applause of Spirit.