It was an ugly little place, and the small compound surrounding it was a veritable wilderness.

It had been named "The Grand Stand" owing to its position, but no one less racy than its present occupant could well have been found.

Mrs.Ralston's wistful blue eyes seldom rested upon the race-course.

They looked beyond to the mist-veiled plains.
The room she had prepared for Stella's reception looked in an easterly direction towards the winding, wooded road that led up to the Rajah's residence.

Great care had been expended upon it.