"We've been in some queer scrapes together--I've lots of messages for you! By the by, are you alone ?" "For the moment," she answered; "Mr.Davenant left me as you came up.
I'm with my cousin, Lady Tresham.

She's on the lawn somewhere." He looked down the paddock and back to her.
"Walk with me a little way," he said, "and I will show you Iris before she starts." "You!" she exclaimed.
He pointed to the card.

It was surely an accident that she had not noticed it before.

Mr.Trent's Iris was amongst the entries for the Gold Cup.
"Why, Iris is the favourite!" He nodded.
"So they tell me! I've been rather lucky haven't I, for a beginner?
I found a good trainer, and I had second call on Cannon, who's riding him.

If you care to back him for a trifle, I think you'll be all right, although the odds are nothing to speak of." She was walking by his side now towards the quieter end of the paddock.
"I hear you have been to Torquay," he said, looking at her critically, "it seems to have agreed with you.