"We didn't make any money except Miranda.

But that didn't matter." "All our horses were down the course," Harold Jupp explained.

"They weren't running in their form at all"; and he added cheerfully: "But the war may be over before the winter, and then we'll go chasing and get it all back." Millicent Splay rang for tea, just as Joan Whitworth came into the hall.
"You didn't see Colonel Luttrell then ?" asked Lady Splay.
"No." "He'll come down later then." She had an eye for Joan Whitworth as she spoke, but Joan was so utterly indifferent as to whether Colonel Luttrell would arrive or not that she could not stifle a sigh.

She had gathered Luttrell into the party with some effort and now it seemed her effort was to be fruitless.

Joan persisted in her mood of austere contempt for the foibles of the world.