CHAPTER THREEThe Duke was driving his own phaeton with four horses that he had recently bought which were perfectly matched.
Beside him was Devinia who, because she was so thrilled with the horses, had forgotten for the moment her own problems and looked smiling and happy.
Behind them came a large carriage loaded with the Duke’s luggage and the few things that the housekeeper in London had put in a case for Devinia.
“You’ll find that Mrs. Shepherd in the country has everythin’ you require, miss,” she said, “and I’ve just put in the things that you’ll find you’ll need immediately you arrive like underclothes and, of course, nightgowns.”
“You are very kind,” Devinia said, “and I am more grateful than I can possibly say.”
When she came downstairs, the Duke urged her,
“Hurry up, the sun
