CHAPTER TWOThe Duke helped Antonia into his smart and extremely comfortable carriage, which was waiting outside.
To please the King, of whom he was very fond, he had, like many of his friends, built a house in Brighton for his visits usually at the King’s invitation.
It was larger and more important-looking than most of the others in the town.
It was at the end of the Stein, a public walkway, so that he had a magnificent view of the sea and the rolling waves.
He found, however, that it was often a nuisance to have to leave London for Brighton whenever the Monarch decided to visit his Chinese Pavilion.
There was so much going on during what was called ‘The Season’.
This year he had actually hesitated over whether he should ignore the pile of invitations on his desk and go to the seasi
