Kezia gave a little cry of horror.
“He should not do so! He enjoys riding your horses so much and he may never have the chance to do so again.”
“I promise that he shall have the chance.”
“But – how?” Kezia asked bluntly.
“I will answer that a little later and perhaps what you are really objecting to is that he is escorting Madame de Salres.”
Without thinking Kezia replied,
“Oh, no, not if it amuses him. But I feel certain that he would rather be riding.”
As she spoke, she thought that there was no point in arguing about it and Perry could do as he wished.
She therefore walked out through the front door and did not see the expression in the Marquis’s eyes.
Having mounted their horses, they went the same way as they had gone in the morning.
Only when they had taken the higher fence
