“Yes, of course,” the Marquis agreed.
Peter looked up from the other end of the table as Athina rose to her feet.
“You are – not leaving – me?” he asked in a nervous voice.
“I am just going back to the study with your uncle. I am sure that Dawson will come and tell you more about what your mother enjoyed when she was a little girl.”
The Marquis had already rung the bell while Athina was speaking,
“Master Peter is very hungry, Dawson,” he said. “I have told him he is to eat everything he can so that he will be strong enough to ride the biggest of my horses.”
“I be sure he’ll soon be riding, my Lord.”
“Now see that he has everything he wants,” the Marquis went on, “and, when he has finished, you can bring him to the study.”
“Very good, my Lord, and I’ll look after Master Peter,” Daws
