"
"Mr. Trent, will you take me back to Lady Tresham, please?"
"In a moment," he answered gravely. "Don't think that I am going
to be too rash. I know the time hasn't come yet. I am not going
to say any more. Only I want you to know this. The whole success
of my life is as nothing compared with the hope of one day - "
"I will not hear another word," she interrupted hastily, and
underneath her white veil he could see a scarlet spot of colour in
her cheeks; in her speech, too, there was a certain tremulousness.
"If you will not come with me I must find Lady Tresham alone."
They turned round, but as they neared the middle of the paddock
progress became almost impossible. The bell had rung for the
principal race of the day and the numbers were going up. The
paddock was crowded with others beside loiterers, looking the
horses over and stolidly pushing their way through the little groups
to the front rank. From Tattersall's came the roar of clamorous
voices. All around were evidences of that excitement which always
precedes a great race.
"I think," he said, "that we had better watch the race from these
railings. Your gown will be spoilt in the crowd if we try to get
out of the paddock, and you probably wouldn't get anywhere in time
to see it.
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