She flashed a sudden look upon him which more than compensated him for his defeat.
At least he had earned her respect that day, as a man who knew how to accept defeat gracefully.

They walked slowly up the paddock and stood on the edge of the crowd, whilst a great person went out to meet his horse amidst a storm of cheering.

It chanced that he caught sight of Trent on the way, and, pausing for a moment, he held out his hand.
"Your horse made a magnificent fight for it, Mr.Trent," he said.

"I'm afraid I only got the verdict by a fluke.

Another time may you be the fortunate one!" Trent answered him simply, but without awkwardness.