So Cartoner went to the grand-stand to seek Wanda there, in the face of
all Warsaw, with his promise to avoid her still fresh in his memory. As
he approached he saw her in the second tier of boxes. She was dressed in
black and white, as she nearly always was. It was only the Russians and
the Germans who wore gay colors. He could see the surprise on her
face and in Martin's eyes as he approached, and knew that there were
a hundred eyes watching him, a hundred ears waiting to catch his words
when he spoke.

"Princess," he said, "the prince has had a slight accident, and has sent
me to tell you that he is unhurt, in case you should hear any report to
the contrary. He was unable to avoid a fractious horse, and was knocked
down. Mr. Deulin is with him, and they have gone to the club pavilion."

He spoke rather slowly in French, so that all within ear-shot could
understand and repeat.

"Shall we go to him?" asked Wanda, rising.

"Only to satisfy yourself. I assure you he is unhurt, princess, and
would come himself were he able to walk."

Wanda rose, and turned to take her cloak from the back of her chair.

"Will you take us to him, monsieur?" she said.

And the three quitted the grand-stand together in a rather formal
silence. The next race was about to start, and the lawn, with its
forlorn, autumnal flower-beds, was less crowded now as they walked along