In the meadow, a large, oval space was lined with groups of smartly-dressed people, and in its midst rose trim pavilions outside which grooms stood holding beautiful glossy horses.

Everything was prettily arranged; the scene, with its air of gayety, appealed to Sylvia, and she enjoyed it keenly, though she was now and then conscious of her somber attire.
Then the entertainment began, and she admitted that Bland, finely-mounted, was admirable.

He took his part in several competitions, and through them all displayed a genial good-humor and easy physical grace.

He had for the most part younger men as antagonists, but Sylvia thought that none of them could compare with him in manner or bearing.
After a while Sylvia noticed with a start of surprise and annoyance that Herbert Lansing was strolling toward her.

He took an unoccupied chair at her side.
"What brought you here ?" she asked.
"That," he said, "is easily explained.