“I expect the fact was that you were too slow,” the Viscount said. “You must have forgotten that it’s the fast horse that wins the race.”
“And naturally it’s you,” his friend replied. “But do be careful, Charles, ‘pride comes before a fall’.”
He walked away before the Viscount could think of a suitable retort.
Then he laughed to himself.
Could this really be happening?
Had he really brought off a grand coup at almost the last moment?
In fact if he had not been lucky enough to do so he might have found himself engaged to Marigold with a life of misery ahead of him.
He looked down at Salvia and found that she was smiling as she gazed up at him.
“I don’t believe this is true,” she said. “I am sure I must be dreaming and I will suddenly find myself all alone with Twi-Twi in the small d
