So Vivie returned to the Grand Stand.
Presently there was the stir occasioned by the arrival of the Royal personages.

Vivie noted with a little dismay that while she was wearing a Homburg hat all the men near her wore the black and glistening topper which has become--or had, for the tyranny of custom has lifted a little since the War--the conventional head-gear in which to approach both God and the King.

There was a great raising of these glistening hats, there were grave bows or smiling acknowledgments from the pavilion.

Then every one sat down and the second event was run.
Still Emily Wilding Davison made no sign.

Vivie could just descry her, still in the front of the crowd, still gazing out over the course, pressed by the crowd against the broad white rail.
* * * * * The race of the day had begun.