But she knew that by bringing in new staff, Sir Arthur was asserting his authority. It galled her that he would now be in charge of Bingham Hall, where the Mountfords had always been the Lords and Masters. But Lucia did not have any brothers or sisters, and, given her mother’s age, it was unlikely that she would.
‘I should be grateful for that, I suppose,’ she thought, as she climbed into a smart white landau. It had been hired for the occasion, a statement to the people of Shilborough that Sir Arthur was a force to be reckoned with in his own right.
Lucia watched as the Rolls Royce growled into life. She wondered what it might be like to be behind the wheel. Would it, she wondered, be as exciting as being on Starlight as he galloped across the hills?
The route back to the Hall took the
