She looked at him in surprise.
“Are you an American, then, or Colonial?”
“No, I am English, but it is only during the last year or so that I have had any time or money to spare for amusements of this sort.”
“How interesting!” she murmured a little vaguely. “Now tell me, have they started? We must watch.”
The race was a good one. In the last stretch, Gerrard’s Cross came away and won easily by three lengths. There was a scene of measured enthusiasm in the little box.
“Your horse has won, my dear,” the Marquis informed his daughter, lowering his glasses. “I congratulate you.”
The Marchioness indicated her approval by a more or less genial smile. Lady Mary’s blue eyes danced with pleasure.
“You dear person, Mr. Pratt!” she exclaimed. “This is my first winner, and I did want one so badly. I wonder what price Jack will get.”
The young man returned presently with a bundle of notes in his hand.