CHAPTER TWOThe Marquis pulled his horses to a standstill with a flourish and handed the reins to the groom. He stepped out and walked slowly up the steps to the front door of the castle.
It was a most impressive entrance with the steps ending at the Wynstanton crest carved in marble. The house itself was enormous and magnificent. The original castle with its tower, which was built in Norman times, formed one wing of the centre block.
The other wing had been added in the reign of George I and balanced the whole structure. The castle had been in the family for many generations.
The Marquis had spent his childhood here, but when he grew up he had preferred his other houses.
He was far happier in the house he owned in Leicestershire where he hunted with the very best packs in the County.
