human
One minute twenty-seven and four-fifth seconds, the chronograph said, and, to be sure, it was no good disputing that. So the kindly little man admitted almost apologetically at last that he really believed Mr. Benson had won. Upon which a curious, half-mocking silence fell upon the company. In a way its pride of judgment was hurt, and it had not the manliness to say so. That the Grand Prix, the race of the year, should be won by a half-savage sailor-man, who knew no more of the science of the game than a heathen Chinee, was surely an insult to the elect of Andana! And then all the fine talk on the part of men like Ian Kavanagh and Keith Rivers, the attitudes and devotions of the Rider girls, were those to count for nothing? An unspoken resentment against the dark horse, who certainly had gone down, left Benny without a cheer. There was only one person in the crowd who spoke an honest word to him, and she was the
gpt
I’m so glad you won,
human
Do you really mean that, Mrs. Kennaird?
gpt
I mean every word of it. Pride has had many falls to-day. I am not at all sorry.
human
Thank you very much, he said; and then, as simply as a boy, he added:
gpt
I knew I should do it if I could stick on.
human
That’s why you won, she rejoined;