On Eighth avenue they passed an open carriage, in which were seated Miss Van Hoosen and her mother.
In spite of his dismissal of the day before, Jack ventured to raise his hat, but Lena did not bow, though he fancied her eyes appeared to seek his.
"Fine girl that," remarked a gentleman who sat by Jack. "You appear to know her."
"Yes," replied Jack, "I met them in Paris—that is—her mother and herself."
"Fine family. Best in New York. Regular Knickerbocker stock. Are you acquainted with her brother?"
"I have met him," said Jack a little confused.
"He rides to-day."
"Indeed! I was not aware of that."
"Yes, he mounts a horse called Warrior. The knowing ones are betting two to one on him, and I heard him say at the Union Club last night, that if he won he would give the cup to his sister."
Jack was not of an uncharitable disposition, but some how or another he hoped that Alfred Van Hoosen would not win.