The whole thing was as pretentious as
money could make it, and in due proportion it was attractive to the
minds of those who believed themselves leaders in their social world.
Nan Tristram understood all this and smiled at it, just as she
understood that to absent oneself from the Polo Club Races in Cattle
Week would be to send in one's resignation from the exclusive social
circles to which she belonged, a position quite unthinkable for one who
sought only the mild excitements which pertain to early youth.
The noon following the ball, and all the disturbed moments which it
inspired, found Nan on the way to the Polo Club Races. Her party was
riding, and it was an extensive party. There were some twenty and more
saddles. Luncheon had been sent on ahead, catered for by Aston's Hotel
at Jeffrey Masters' expense, one of the many social duties which his
election to the Presidency of the Western Union Cattle Breeders'
Association entitled him to undertake during the Cattle Week.
It was a gay party, mostly made up of young and prosperous ranchmen,
and the girls belonging to their little world.
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