Harness racing -- Fiction; Horse racing -- Fiction; Mate selection -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Yet Lossie herself easily made her presence felt in the immediate
vicinity, and drew many an envious glance on her exquisite harmony in
blue, and bluer eyes, though Gay's frock of white worked muslin, with
a great cluster of crimson roses at her girlish breast, appealed to
both Carlton and Chris far more.
But as usual in the quartette made by the young people, it was to
Lossie that Carlton fell, and very content and lovely the girl looked
as she sat beside him, while on his part, he did not find it
difficult to make himself pleasant to her, even if Gay apparently had
forgotten her quarrel with Chris, laughed, and was happy. The two
criticised everything, and discussed with zest the charming _coup
d'œil_ presented, which was vivid, and full of interest, life and
colour.
Overhead, the rays of the sun streamed through the glass roof, and
were caught by the festoons and panels, ornamented with the flags and
heraldry that emphasised the international nature of the show; roses
in long, drooping curves connected the chief parts of the
ornamentation, so that there was not one bare, unsightly piece of
woodwork in all the vast building to offend the eye, and beneath, the
Belgian landscape gardeners had worked marvels, creating a veritable
fairyland of delight.
May trees in full blossom, a fresh green lawn, flower-beds, shrubs,
everything possible to banish the show-ring, if scarcely to suggest
the paddock or hunting-field, had been done, and beyond a ring banked
with marguerites and scarlet geraniums, rose row upon row, English,
French, Belgian, and American women, tiny splashes of colour that
mostly represented the hopes and fears, impending pride or
disappointment in the horsemen who competed for their countries'
honour.
The pink hunting-coats or uniforms of the riders, the picturesque
dress of the attendants, and the sleek, shining horses, all blended
into a picture perfectly harmonious in tone, while the black coats of
the little group of tall, well-bred men in the arena who acted as
judges, somehow struck a note of distinction in the midst of the
uniforms, and the gay kaleidoscopic surroundings.
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