The bluebells growing in the woods, the blossoms on the fruit trees and the profusion of wild birds caused him to remember it was nesting time.
He drove on, reaching Chelmsford in record time.
The travelling chariot carrying his luggage, his valets and an under-secretary trained by Mr. Graham to take over the smooth running of The Castle while he was in residence had long been left behind.
Three outriders escorted the chariot while three others rode just behind, keeping the Marquis within sight, but on his instructions well clear of the dust thrown up from the narrow roads by the wheels of his phaeton. At Chelmsford there was an excellent meal awaiting him in the private parlour of the coaching inn.
It had been ordered by Mr. Graham, who had sent a note of instructions with the grooms
