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Chapter 5Luncheon was early and the competitors were all entertained by the Marquis in the big dining room. There was a buffet and drinks of every description, including champagne, were provided for his other guests in the ballroom. When Indira, Charles and Jimmy rode back to the house, coaches were already arriving to line the course and the spectators had brought elaborate picnic baskets which were being unpacked by liveried footmen. “The Marquis certainly does everything in a slap-up manner!” Jimmy remarked. “I can see it is very exciting for people who live in this part of the country to have a race meeting all to themselves,” Indira said. As she spoke, she was thinking that it was rather like the races in India which she had attended with her father, where huge crowds would gathe