She saw a large and comfortable-looking travelling phaeton drawn by four perfectly matched jet black horses with a white star on each of their noses.
She could not help herself from giving a little cry of delight.
“What a wonderful team!” she exclaimed. “How much – I would love to ride one!”
She was talking to herself rather than to the Earl.
“We will have to think about that,” he said. “But I have a feeling I should need horses here if I am to inspect the estate so I have a few others coming with my grooms.”
Devona stared at him and he went on,
“I was also clairvoyant and, knowing my uncle’s reputation, I knew that I would be short of servants or, if there were any, they should have been retired years ago. So there are a number of my London staff following me.”
“That is – very clev
