For a moment he concentrated on driving through the gates into Richmond Park and he then laid a comforting hand on Valeria’s knee.
“Don’t you worry about me, darling. I will sell the house and probably go and live abroad where it is so much cheaper and my expertise with horses will, I feel very sure, be much in demand.”
“You don’t think of marrying again?” she enquired, remembering the way he had looked at Lady Braithwaite.
“I thought at one time that I might, but I had such happiness with your dear Mama, I find I cannot replace her in my heart. No, I will be fine, it is you I worry about.”
Valeria was deeply touched at his care for her and would have said much more but a rider came up and trotted alongside them.
“Well met again indeed,” crowed Sir Peter Cousins, on her father’s sid
