Pegasus was being ridden to London by one of Major Hooper’s grooms. He had bought three other horses at the fair, but Candida had known without being told that the chief groom would be in charge of Pegasus.
It had been a poignant moment when she had said goodbye to Ned, but he had been so overwhelmed and grateful at the vast sum of money she had bestowed on him that he was almost incoherent.
“You will be able to rent that cottage you like in the village,” Candida told him. “And I am sure there will be lots of small jobs you can do, which will bring you in other money from time to time.”
“Don’t you a-worry your ’ead about me, Miss Candida,” Ned replied, “’tis you I be a-thinkin’ of.”
“I shall be all right,” Candida replied with a bravery which, though cleverly assumed, did not deceive N
