Black Lymport was the favourite, though none of the men thought he would be put at the fence.

The excitement became contagious.

The Countess threw up her veil.

Lady Jocelyn, and Seymour, and Drummond, galloped down the lane, and Mr.George was for accompanying them, till the line of Miss Carrington's back gave him her unmistakeable opinion of such a course of conduct, and he had to dally and fret by her side.
Andrew's arm was tightly grasped by the Countess.

The rivals were crossing the second field, Laxley a little a-head.
'He 's holding in the black mare--that fellow!' said Mr.George.