A low cry of alarm ran through the Garden, and the conversation in the box hushed. A tandem cart had tipped over, and the wheeler was kicking it to pieces.
“I don’t like that sort of thing,” said Mrs. Everett, with a shudder.
They finally righted the trap, and the driver limped off to show that he was not hurt. The great crowd seemed to draw a long breath of relief, and the even hum of voices went on again. The judges began to award the ribbons, and Angelica looked down at her program.
“Dear me!” she exclaimed. “The saddle class I’m going to ride in is next. I’m afraid I’ll be late. Good-by.”
“Good-by,” they all replied.
“Don’t you come,” she said to Livingstone. “It’s just a step.”
“I must keep my word with Caroline,” he answered, and he took her to her seat.
“She’s immense, isn’t she?” he said, as he came back. “I’m glad Reggie didn’t let her ride that brute. She will be killed one of these days.”
“She’s going to be a great beauty,” said Mrs. Everett.
“She looks like her blessed mother,” said Livingstone. “I was very fond of her mother. I think that if it hadn’t been for Stanton—”