cavaliers kept trotting, and black groups of pedestrians moved

continually. The scene resembled the field where a fair is being

held, and above it all, amid the confused motley of the crowd, the

drinking booths raised their gray canvas roofs which gleamed white

in the sunshine. But a veritable tumult, a mob, an eddy of hats,

surged round the several bookmakers, who stood in open carriages

gesticulating like itinerant dentists while their odds were pasted

"All the same, it's stupid not to know on what horse one's betting,"