“D-did the Marquis – enquire – where I was?”
“I told him that you had gone back to London.”
“Did he ask you for my address?”
Mark shook his head.
As he reached the chaise, he took the reins from Jim, the groom, and said,
“Miss Filipa will show you where Skylark is stabled. Follow me as quickly as you can and leave him in the stables in Bruton Mews.”
The groom touched his cap.
“Goodbye, Filipa,” Mark called out and drove away.
Filipa waved, but he did not look back.
The expression on his face and the way he was driving told her that his thoughts were concentrated on reaching London as quickly as possible.
She realised that the groom was waiting respectfully beside her and she said,
“I will take you round to the stables. I am sure that you will enjoy riding Skylark – and please th
