Bridget was thinking, too.
She had an uneasy sense of startlement, without exactly knowing why she felt startled in that inward way.

It was as though some great obscene bird of flight had brushed her with its wings, and brought vaguely to her consciousness unpleasant possibilities.

But presently she became interested in watching Colin's handling of the team.

She had often sat behind such a team, but never beside such a splendid whip.

Impulsively she made some such remark, and he looked down at her, the hard face breaking into a smile.
'That's good....