CHAPTER FOURThe Marquis was bored.
He had taken Penelope, as they had arranged, out to dinner.
He had chosen what he knew was a fashionable but fairly quiet restaurant.
Unfortunately, when they arrived, there were two men present who had been at the luncheon party.
They sprang to their feet and came to the Marquis’s table to compliment Penelope and to talk excitedly about the race tomorrow.
“Of course you will win,” one of them said. “And then you will have the envy of every woman in Paris and the admiration of every man.”
Penelope laughed.
“It would be disastrous if I failed.”
“You could not fail at anything,” the young man replied, “you are so beautiful.”
The other one turned to the Marquis.
“If you are to be the Starter and the Judge,” he said, “I warn you, you will be watche
