“I hears you be here, miss,” Hawkins said, “and I comes to see if there be anythin’ I can do for you.”
Hawkins had known Gytha ever since she was ten years old.
He was well aware that when she was upset, she always turned to the horses for comfort.
For the moment, however, she could not speak even to Hawkins about what she was feeling.
But she was certain that the valet who pushed her grandfather in his wheelchair would talk as the whole household would already be aware what had occurred to upset her.
Hawkins came into the stall and, seeing the tears in Gytha’s eyes, said,
“Now, don’t you go upsettin’ yourself, Miss Gytha. I was awaitin’ to tell you, there’s a treat in store for us tomorrow.”
“What is – that?” Gytha managed to ask him.
She was thinking as she did so that Vincent an
