"I'm not too late?" "All right! All right!" said the Englishman; "don't upset yourself!" Vronsky once more took in in one glance the exquisite lines of his favorite mare; who was quivering all over, and with an effort he tore himself from the sight of her, and went out of the stable.

He went towards the pavilions at the most favorable moment for escaping attention.

The mile-and-a-half race was just finishing, and all eyes were fixed on the horse-guard in front and the light hussar behind, urging their horses on with a last effort close to the winning post.