Chapter Two
Clint Wilbur arrived at the Racecourse to find, as he had anticipated, that Alita was already there.
She was riding a different horse from those he had seen before, a grey that he thought seemed almost too small and elegant for the high jumps.
But the grey took them in style and, as Alita drew level with him, he saw that she was smiling under the tattered jockey cap she wore as usual.
“You are early!” she called out accusingly.
“You did not expect me?”
“I thought you would come later, since you were out last night.”
Even as she spoke she thought perhaps that it was a mistake to admit that she knew he had dined at The Castle. After all it was not usual for those in the stables to know what went on in the reception rooms.
Clint Wilbur did not appear to think it strange.
