He had therefore to wait impatiently for his breakfast.
By the time it was all finished and his phaeton brought round from the Mews, it was well after eight o’clock.
The Earl knew that to reach Gresbury that evening, he would have to drive faster than he had intended to do.
It was not that Wyn Hall was too many miles distant from London. It was that the roads, the Earl remembered only too well from the past, were very bad and potholed in most unexpected places.
It was one thing for the Prince Regent to break records when driving to and from Brighton, but quite another to use the twisting narrow lanes which had to be negotiated to reach Wyn Hall.
It was spring and the hedges and the roadside banks of grass beneath them were beautiful with buds, primroses and violets.
The Earl, however
