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The poles flew beneath him. Later a celebratory party went on until four o’clock in the morning, but Rupert and Helen gave it a miss and flew home. He peered into the horticultural tent; it was dark and cool, and smelled like a greenhouse, the huge flower arrangements making a rainbow blaze of colour. “You’ve also been racketing round the world a lot,” he told her.

”“Are you implying my Lavinia isn’t up to it?” said Mrs. ”“Your first rosette. Plenty more fishwives in the sea. There were sporting prints on the wall and more framed photographs of horses jumping, galloping, standing still and being presented with rosettes.