The Prince always woke up early in the morning and usually went out riding at about six o’clock.
This morning, however, when he opened his eyes and saw the sun streaming in through the open window, it was an hour earlier.
He had gone to bed with a certain worry on his mind that was still there for his instinct, which because of his Hungarian blood was unusually perceptive, had told him that something was wrong.
He was not certain what it was, except that he thought it concerned the Marchioness and Lady Esme.
But a red flag was being waved in front of him and nothing could stop him from feeling this weird and unaccountable apprehension.
Because, whenever he woke, he needed to become active, he got up and dressed himself without ringing for his valet and walked downstairs and out toward
