moment and saw him open his eyes.

"I am unhurt," he said. "Help me up. No! sh--h! No, nothing is broken;
it is that confounded gout. No, I cannot rise yet! Leave me for a
minute. Go, one of you, and tell Wanda that I am unhurt. She is in box
No. 18, in the grand-stand."

He spoke in French, to Deulin more particularly.

"Go and tell her," said the Frenchman, over his shoulder, in English.
"Some busy fool has probably started off by this time to tell her that
her father is killed. You will find us in the club-house when you come
back."

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
it towards the paddock.

"It was very good of you to come and tell us," said Martin, in English,
"with the whole populace looking on. It will do you no good, you know,
to do a kindness to people under a cloud. I suppose it was true what you
said about the prince being unhurt?"

"Almost," answered Cartoner. "He is rather badly shaken. I think you
will find it necessary to go home, but there is no need for anxiety."

"Oh no!" exclaimed Martin. "He is a tough old fellow. You cannot come in
here, you know, Wanda. It is against t