He felt at the same time that his respect for her was diminished while his sense of her beauty was intensified.

He went back scowling to his rooms, and sitting down beside Yashvin, who, with his long legs stretched out on a chair, was drinking brandy and seltzer water, he ordered a glass of the same for himself.

"You were talking of Lankovsky's Powerful.

That's a fine horse, and I would advise you to buy him," said Yashvin, glancing at his comrade's gloomy face.

" His hind-quarters aren't quite first-rate, but the legs and head--one couldn't wish for anything better.