Chapter SixSyringa came running down the stairs.
As she did so she noted that the hand on the grandfather clock in the hall had not yet reached nine o’clock.
She was early because she had woken almost with the dawn to watch the sunshine peep between the curtains and feel excited at the thought of the day that lay ahead.
She would be with the Earl, they would ride together, they would talk! She found herself going over a whole list of subjects that she wished to discuss with him.
Although it was early, it was already warm and, going downstairs, Syringa carried her riding jacket over her arm and her hat in her hand.
She wore her riding skirt with several voluminous petticoats and a blouse of white muslin inset with lace which Nanny had spent many laborious hours over.
It had, however,
