The Viscount gave a laugh that had no humour in it.
“I assure you that there is not a woman alive who would prevent me from having my dogs where I want them or my horses for that matter.”
“If we are pretending our engagement,” Salvia said, “can I please, one day when you are not too busy, see your horses or you could send someone with me so that I can view them.”
There was a pleading note in her request that made the Viscount ask,
“Surely you must have been allowed to ride Lord Marlow’s horses?”
Salvia shook her head.
“Not at all! The best ones are kept exclusively for Marigold and those in the country are considered too large and too fast for anyone but a man.”
“But you rode at home when you were with your father and mother?”
“Of course I did,” Salvia replied. “It was such fun rid
