Richard laughed and picked up the glass that Bell had just filled with champagne for him.
There was one for Meta and then Bell left the room.
“So you are staying only one night?” Meta said. “I wish it could be more.”
“So do I,” Richard replied. “But things are happening that will require my full attention in London. Anyhow I insist that we go riding this afternoon.”
“Of course we must,” Meta replied. “It is a pity I rode Samson this morning, because, as I said to Forster, he needs a man’s hand. But White Knight is waiting for you and I know that you prefer him to any of the other stallions.”
Richard did not reply, but she knew that he was pleased.
Next luncheon was served and they went into the very pretty dining room.
Mrs. Bell produced, as if by sheer magic, dishes that she had no
