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They came upon me, though, all too soon, and exclaimed, "Why, where have you been?" and "We've been looking for you everywhere." I said I was sorry, and wondered how I had been so stupid as to miss them. Then we were marshalled away by Robert for luncheon, as we'd been three hours in the Mauritshuis, and before long we must be driving to the Concours Hippique.

His enemies called him a spy; but the world never puts a charitable construction on that of which it only has a partial knowledge. In ten minutes Claude de Chauxville left the Concours Hippique.

But she swung up at last, and by the time The Dancer had finished his display of haute ecole Gaston was mounted. "After riding The Dancer I feel confident to enter for the Concours Hippique," she laughed over her shoulder, and touched the horse with her heel.

Later, we went with nearly all the other members of the conference to Haarlem, in a special train, by invitation of the burgomaster and town council, to the "Fete Hippique" and the "Fete des Fleurs."

Finally De Chauxville bumped against the object of his quest possibly, indeed, the object of his presence at the Concours Hippique. He turned with a ready apology. "Ah!" he exclaimed; "the very man I was desiring to see." The individual known as "ce Vassili" a term of mingled contempt and distrust bowed very low. He was a plain commoner, while his interlocutor was a baron.

The occasion was the Concours Hippique, an ultra-equine fête, where the lovers of the friend of man, and such persons as are fitted by an ungenerous fate with limbs suitable to horsey clothes, meet and bow. It is your small man who is ever the horsiest in his outward appearance, just as it is your very plain young person who is keenest at the Sunday-school class.

Oh, do forgive me, but it sounds so funny. I really never could call a person Jonkheer, and take him seriously." "You will have to call him Jonkheer when I bring him to the box, after he has finished his part in the Concours Hippique," said Robert. "There is no one who looks like Rudolph Brederode, so it must have been he. You can see this afternoon."

"Holland has seen him do it before, but you have not. You will see him ride better than any one else in the jumping contests at the Concours Hippique at Scheveningen. It will be a fine show, but Brederode and his horses will be the best. My mother has a box. She will take you." "But I thought you were going to take us to The Hague and the Huis ten Bosch?" "That will be in the early morning.

When he is once up there, however, the gallant son of Gaul can teach even some of us, my fox-hunting masters, the way to sit a horse! We have, however, little to do with such matters here, except in so far as they affect the persons connected with this record. The Concours Hippique, be it therefore known, was at its height. Great deeds of horsemanship had been successfully accomplished.

They were a funny contrast to the people who came for the Concours Hippique, and the Race Week. One saw then a great influx of automobiles there were balls at the Casino and many pretty, well-dressed women, of both worlds, much en evidence. The châtelains from the neighbouring châteaux appeared and brought their guests. For that one week Boulogne was quite fashionable.