The exultation of the officers of the 103d over Seila's victory was great.

They had all backed her, relying upon Prothero's riding, but although his success was generally popular among the Europeans at the station, many had lost considerable sums by their confidence in Mameluke's speed.
Isobel sat down feeling quite faint from the excitement.
"I did not think I could have been so excited over a race between two horses," she said to Mrs.Hunter; "it was not the bets, I never even thought about them--it was just because I wanted to see Mr.Prothero's horse win.

I never understood before why people should take such an interest in horse racing, but I quite understand now." "What is your size, Miss Hannay ?" Wilson asked.
"Oh, I don't care anything about the gloves, Mr.Wilson; I am sorry I bet now." "You needn't feel any compunction in taking them from me or from any of us, Miss Hannay; we have all won over Seila; the regiment will have to give a ball on the strength of it.

I only put on a hundred rupees, and so have won four hundred, but most of them have won ever so much more than that; and all I have lost is four pair of gloves to you, and four to Mrs.Doolan, and four to Mrs.Prothero--a dozen in all.

Which do you take, white or cream, and what is your size ?" "Six and a half, cream." "All right, Miss Hannay.