Chapter ThreeVina awoke and, for the first time since she had come to Quarington, she felt excited.
She had dreamt that she was in India, riding with her father.
When she opened her eyes, she remembered that the Duke had said she could ride this morning.
Last night, when she had come to bed, she had asked the maid who looked after her at what time the guests usually rode.
“When it suits ’em, miss,” the maid had replied. “But none of the ladies gets up early. The gentlemen usually go out before breakfast or immediately afterwards.”
Vina looked at the clock beside her bed and saw that it was not yet six o’clock.
This was the time that she had always ridden with her father before the heat of the day in India, but she thought in England it was unlikely that anyone would be out so early.
