“Do you wish to rest this afternoon, ma’am?” Lord Quenby asked when the dessert had been taken from the table and the coffee handed round.
“No. Why should I?” Gisela asked.
“I thought all women wanted to rest in the afternoon so as to be beautiful in the evening,” he commented with a cynical twist to his lips.
“It is such a waste of time,” Gisela answered simply.
“I would like to drive you in my tandem,” he suggested. “I have some new high steppers that I have just bought at Tattersalls. Would it bore you, ma’am, to try them out?”
“I should love it,” Gisela said with enthusiasm.
They spent the afternoon driving at a spanking pace round the narrow lanes, letting out the horses when they came to a main road and covering several miles in a very short space of time.
There was a sharp wi
