He had slipped away from his visitors to view it.
But he knew that he could not appreciate it as much as he ought to do until he had ridden it.
It had been bought at Tattersalls and he had known its owner before he died.
He had heard a great deal about this particular horse from his other friends who had admired it tremendously. It had been rather expensive, but the Duke was sure that it was money well spent.
And he would confirm it tomorrow morning by the satisfaction he would feel when he knew it would equal, if not surpass, the best of his other horses.
*
He had been asleep for two hours when he woke to hear someone pulling back the curtains in his room.
At the same time calling out,
“Wake up, Your Grace! Wake up!”
He opened his eyes and saw, to his astonishment that the moon
