CHAPTER FIVEWhen Ajanta woke the following morning, she laid thinking of the happiness of the previous evening.
Despite the fact that she was well aware that the Marquis’s relations were looking her over as if she was a horse and taking note of her good points, she felt gay and relaxed.
That was because Lyle was there and he was in high spirits.
He had been able to ride one of the Marquis’s superb stallions in the afternoon and had taken him over the abbreviated steeplechase course, which the Marquis had erected in the Park.
“I was right in guessing you were all superlative riders,” the Marquis said to Ajanta as Lyle took a very high fence in a manner which made her want to applaud.
“None of us are as good as Lyle.”
“I can see he is a hero in your eyes,” the Marquis replied, she thou
