“Oh, there you be, Miss Zarina,” he exclaimed with obvious relief. “I thought you’d got lost.”
“I have been a long way,” Zarina explained.
“I thought as that’s what you’d do first day back,” Jenkins remarked. “And ’ow did you find the place?”
“Perfect!” Zarina smiled. “Just as I expected. And Kingfisher was magnificent. You have kept him in very good trim.”
“Tha’s just what I ’oped you’d say,” Jenkins replied. “Will you be ridin’ again tomorrow?”
“I will let you know,” Zarina answered him evasively. “Thank you, Jenkins. Goodnight!”
“’Night, Miss Zarina, and it be like old times to ’ave you ’ome.”
Jenkins led Kingfisher into his stall as Zarina walked towards the house.
Suddenly she felt that she could not face her uncle at dinner, which was in about half an hour’s time.
She walked
