"I could not back a single winner.

On the whole I think I am bored with racing." "It has always seemed boring to me," she said.

"If it were to try the mettle of a horse one had bred I could understand that; or to ride it oneself and get the better of an adversary: but just with sharp practices--and for money! It seems so common a thing, I never could take an interest in that." "Does anything interest you ?" he hazarded, and then he felt sorry he had shown enough interest to ask.
"Yes," she said slowly, "but perhaps not many games.

My life has always been too ordered by the games of others, to take to them myself." And then she stopped abruptly.

She could not suppose her life interested him much.
But, on the contrary, he was intensely interested, if she had known.
He felt inclined to tell her so, and that the whole of the present situation was ridiculous, and that he wanted to know her innermost thoughts.