Still clutching the scorecard she half-turned from him . Again he smiled , this time with a tinge of scorn , and shifted his eyes to the track . None of the people around them had noticed the little by-play . All eyes were on the track , which was being cleared for the first heat of another race . The free-for-all horses were being led away blanketed . The crowd cheered `` Lu-Lu '' as she went past , a shapeless oddity . The backers of `` Mascot '' , the rival favourite , looked gloomy . The woman noticed nothing of all this . She was small , very pretty , still young , and gowned in a quite unmistakable way . She studied the man 's profile furtively . He looked older than when she had seen him last -- there were some silver threads gleaming in his close-clipped dark hair and short , pointed beard . Otherwise there was little change in the quiet features and somewhat stern grey eyes . She wondered if he had cared at all . They had not met for five years . She shut her eyes and looked in on her past . It all came back very vividly . She had been eighteen when they were married -- a gay , high-spirited girl and the season 's beauty . He was much older and a quiet , serious student . Her friends had wondered why she married him -- sometimes she wondered herself , but she had loved him , or thought so . The marriage had been an unhappy one .
She was fond XXXXX society and gaiety , he wanted quiet and seclusion .
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