CHAPTER TWOThe Marquis of Havingham drove his team of four perfectly matched chestnuts with a flourish into the courtyard of The Pelican Inn.
He was driving in his specially built travelling Phaeton, which was a sporty, open carriage lighter and therefore faster than any other vehicle on the road.
“I think we have made a record today, Jim,” the Marquis remarked.
“A fine performance, my Lord,” Jim replied knowing he would be able to relate it with relish to the other grooms he would meet in the taproom.
The Marquis looked round the crowded yard with dismay.
There were far more fashionable vehicles resting on their shafts than he had expected and after a moment he exclaimed,
“Of course! Doncaster Races. I had forgotten them!”
“I expect your Lordship’ll be comfortable enough,” Jim said
