CHAPTER FOURThe sun was sparkling on the horses’ silver bridles as the Marquis tooled his tandem skilfully through the East gate into Hyde Park.
Druscilla felt that she had never been so happy.
She was well aware that there had been admiration in the Marquis’s eyes when he collected her from his grandmother’s house, having sent a footman with a note early in the morning to suggest that he should take her driving.
“What shall I – wear?” had been the inevitable feminine question that had come to her lips the moment she received the invitation.
The Dowager smiled.
“You have them talking and you have to keep them at it!”
In answer Druscilla had suddenly gone down on her knees beside the old lady’s chair and taken one of her old blue-veined hands in both hers.
“How can I ever – thank you
