CHAPTER FOUR“Are we far from Hyde Park?” Ola asked as they cantered along Piccadilly.
“No, it's just at the end of this road, just beyond that archway,” replied her escort.
A huge elaborately carved arch loomed up before them, and when they had passed it they were entering the great Hyde Park, with its walk ways and carriage ways for society to display itself.
Ola drew in a quick, delighted breath at the sight of so many gorgeously dressed people in summer colours. Here were the carriages, with coats of arms on their panels, indicating the aristocratic status of those who sat inside.
As they passed they greeted each other with precisely graded nods, so that nobody was insulted by being accorded less acknowledgement than their due, or much worse, more acknowledgement than their due.
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