Chapter SevenThe Duke found his way to the Marquis of Buxworth’s house, although he realised that, as Lord d’Arcy Armitage had said, it took very much longer to drive there than if he had been able to travel cross-country on horseback.
As he drove down a long drive bordered by elm trees, he saw the house in front of him, a large, somewhat pretentious mansion that he would not have wished to own.
He did, however, appreciate the number of horses he saw in the fields beyond the Park. Even at a distance they looked well bred and of the type any owner would be proud of.
He, however, was not thinking about the Marquis, but almost praying, although he would have been embarrassed to admit it, that he would find Ilitta.
All the way he was driving along the narrow twisting lanes, he was fitting
