CHAPTER THREE“Now that I've agreed to stay,” she said shakily, “you must go on telling me about your horses. They sound so – so fascinating.”
She could not remember a single word he had said about his horses, but it seemed a safe subject.
“Yes,” he said vaguely. “My horses. I have one in London, to ride in Rotten Row. Society goes to Hyde Park, and parades there, on foot or on horseback.”
“Then I must go,” she said.
“I believe you would enjoy it. Of course I left the rest of my horses in the country because, as you can imagine, I really have very little time to myself.”
“Don't you like anything about London at all? Not even being at court?”
They had both calmed down now, managing to slip back into normal-sounding conversation, almost as though there was nothing else humming beneath.
