“I remember your father taking a six foot jump and making us all follow him. We would have looked very foolish if we had failed when a much older man had succeeded.”
As he spoke, the Sister was looking up at him as if she was thrilled by every word he said.
“Your mother was also a good rider,” the Marquis went on as they reached the steps up into the sitting room, “at least so I have been told, although actually I never saw her on a horse.”
He climbed the steps and, seeing Father Proteus in front of him, exclaimed,
“I have been talking to Zia about the old days. I suppose, Father, that the pupils in the Convent are not allowed to ride?”
“It can be arranged if it is something they are eager to do,” Father Proteus replied. “In fact I have often thought that amongst the other subjects in
