It was a Race Meeting to which most of the aristocratic racegoers took their own coaches, using them to watch from rather than the stands and having luncheon in them.
Whether they had driven to Berkhampton House by coach, phaeton or carriage, the dust along the twisting lanes in the vicinity of Goodwood made the last part of the journey very tiring.
His valet was waiting in his bedroom and, having undressed, the Duke put on a long robe that reached to the ground and dismissed the man.
He walked across the room to draw back the curtains from one of the windows and gazed out into the night.
The gardens sloping down to a lake were very beautiful and the stars filled the sky.
There was a half moon rising above the trees in the Park and seeing the drive reminded the Duke once again of Aldo
