CHAPTER FOURComing back from the village Rowena turned into the small unkempt drive that led up to the house and saw with a sudden constriction of her heart that there was a phaeton standing outside the front door.
There was no need to question who owned the black and yellow vehicle with its shining silver accoutrements and the four magnificent chestnuts pulling it.
A groom with a cockaded top hat and yellow turnovers on his boots was standing at the horses’ heads and Rowena knew that the Marquis would be inside the house.
It was four days since he had left for Swayneling Park and she had thought as he drove away that she would never see him again.
Not that she wanted to, she told herself fiercely. She had even decided that she would not say goodbye to him, but he had been too clever f
