CHAPTER SEVENVernita felt as if they had been driving forever.
There was no end to the countryside moving past her, the tall trees casting dark shadows on the narrow road and the sunshine that alternated with sharp showers of rain.
Fortunately the phaeton had a hood that kept her and Axel dry and it was typical of the thoughtfulness of the de Cleremonts that Henri also had a small hood he could pull over his perched-up seat behind.
The majority of aristocrats, Vernita reflected, both in France and England did not take such care of their servants.
The outriders fared worse, but they were tough men and seemed not to mind the rain beating in their faces or the wind threatening to blow their white wigs and velvet caps from their heads.
If the inns were uncomfortable, Vernita hardly notice
