Chapter FourThe Marquis, riding through the Park on one of his exceptionally fine horses, thought that there was nowhere more attractive than spring in England.
He realised it was not an original thought and a great number of people, including Lord Byron, had said it before him, but it was difficult not to appreciate the daffodils that were a golden carpet under the trees or the feeling that everything was fresh and young.
It made him think of Ina and of how many people at the ball last night had said how attractive she was.
It struck him as strange that she should have been singled out when three of the most beautiful and sophisticated older women in London were in the house party.
Lucy in particular had been looking superb and her tiara of turquoises and diamonds had seemed to echo t
