Chapter FourSitting on the padded seat of claret satin in the coach, Serena had plenty of time for reflection. The hours of travelling had passed slowly and she had welcomed the two breaks when they changed horses and she was able to repair to an inn for a few moments to stretch her cramped limbs.
She had anticipated that the journey would be far more uncomfortable and it seemed to her that the coach was either surprisingly well sprung or else the roads were by no means as rough as might be expected.
She could not help but be impressed by the efficient manner in which everything was arranged on their journey. The Marquis’s own horses and grooms were waiting for them when they arrived at a Posting inn and there was the minimum amount of time in the changing of the teams.
Everywhere they
