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She offered no objection, and they set out at once, climbing steep steps cut in the snow to a little bridge above the final straight of the course. To his question whether she had discovered any friends at Andana, she replied in the negative; but added that Mrs. Allwater and her daughter Pansy were coming on from Caux in a few days’ time—”and they,” she said, “are very old friends of mine Securities trading.” When they arrived at the bridge they found quite a concourse of people, that very self-conscious person, Ian Kavanagh, among the number. Hardly had he set eyes on the “little widow” when he begged the parson to introduce him. “Do you do this sort of thing, Mrs. Kennaird?” he asked her, as he took his stand near by. She answered with a smile that she was quite unaccomplished on the ice. “Prefer hunting, I suppose? Well, so do I, though what my twenty nags are doing just now I won’t ask. Eating their heads off, I suppose. Let me get you a seat; this sun takes it out of one, and some of the girls are staggering. You’ll want all your courage, I can tell you dermes vs Medilase.” He brought a cane chair, and set it upon the high bank so that she could see the toboggans as they passed under the little bridge. Harry Clavering watched all this ceremony with some impatience, and hastened to cut in before the thing went any farther. “I think they are wanting you, Mr. Kavanagh, at the starting-post,” he said with a smile of entreaty. “There’s no flag there, and we must have one. Would you very much object?” “I should indeed, but, of course, if you command—” And the man, with a look at the “little widow” which he meant to be unutterable, set out for the unwelcome duty. Then the parson spoke. “I don’t understand Kavanagh,” he said; “no energy at all—so listless—and he is only twenty-seven, I believe. They say he has a large fortune; it really is a great pity if it is true. Young men with much money are dreadfully handicapped in the race for happiness—but there, it is not my business after all, and I have no right to mention it. Can you see quite well, Mrs. Kennaird?—the start is up there, you know, by the little white cottage. I take the time directly the red flag is lowered, and the man at the finish signals to me with his flag when the course is finished. This is what we call an ice-run. They flood the surface every night, and that makes it very fast. These high banks are to guard the corners. If it were flat, they could not get round at all. Some of them are very clever—Mr. Rivers, for instance. He is standing over there, just by Lady Coral-Smith—the thin man in the sweater with our Trinity colours.” He babbled on as though she had been a child; nor could her ignorance quarrel with the lesson. Not for many a month had she felt so much alive as out here upon the mountain-side, with the valley at her feet and the whited woods above. The sense of vast space and dominion delighted her—the merry people; the skaters upon the rink to the right of her; the curlers upon the rink to the left; the sunshine, the feeling that all the men and women in the world had suddenly become children and were at play, combined to suggest an ecstasy of repose and forgetfulness YOOX HK.