Presently there was a respectful stir in the privileged ring, and Vivie was conscious by the raising of hats that the King stood amongst them looking down on the woman who had offered up her life before his eyes to enforce the Woman's appeal.

He put his enquiries and offered his suggestions in a low voice, but Vivie withdrew, less with the fear that her right to be there and her connection with the tragedy might be questioned, as from some instinctive modesty.

The occasion was too momentous for the presence of a supernumerary.

Emily Wilding Davison should have her audience of her Sovereign without spectators.
Returning with a blanched face to the seething crowd, and presently to the Grand Stand, Vivie's mood altered from awe to anger.

The "bookies" were beside themselves with fury.