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CHAPTER THREE-3
He sincerely hoped not, as he wanted to concentrate on the sport – also to forget, here in the North of Scotland, all the problems and stress that had beset him in London. However, because he was who he was, they turned up unexpectedly in other places as well. “Now do sit down,” the Earl was saying, “and tell me all about your horses. I often see you mentioned in the newspapers as running winners in the Classic races, and I remember it was a sport your father always enjoyed.” “I have indeed inherited some excellent racehorses from my father. We do pride ourselves on having bred the finest horses to be seen anywhere.” “It does not surprise me, Oliver, your father always wanted the best and I suspect you do too.” “Of course I do,” answered the Marquis. “It is only difficult to be cer
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