Now there was a centre block with wings stretching out on either side of it and only the grey tower stone was different to the white stone of the new mansion.
The sun was glinting on what seemed to Solita to be a hundred windows and from this distance it looked as if the whole castle had stepped out of a fairy story.
“It is – beautiful!” she said in a low voice.
“I thought you would admire it,” the gentleman remarked.
“How could anybody live in such a magnificent place and not have a character to match it?” Solita asked.
Now it was obvious that she was thinking scathingly of the Duke.
The gentleman’s eyes were twinkling as they drove on.
They turned in through enormous wrought-iron gates with lodges on either side of them and then drove down a long avenue of oak trees.
At the end t
