The Concours Hippique, be it therefore known, was at its height.

Great deeds of horsemanship had been successfully accomplished.

The fair had smiled beneath pencilled eyebrows upon the brave in uniform and breeches.

At the time when we join the fashionable throng, the fair are smiling their brightest.

It is, in fact, an interval for refreshment.
A crowd of well-dressed men jostled each other good-naturedly around a long table, where insolent waiters served tepid coffee, and sandwiches that had been cut by the hand of a knave.