‘Perhaps she is an actress,’ she thought, ‘that would account for her good looks and for her sensational habit.’
She had hardly noticed the gentleman, but remembering now that he had spoken of his father she thought that he appeared very young. He too had been dressed in the height of fashion, top hat on the side of this head, gold-mounted cane in his hand, pale elegant pantaloons surmounted by a wide skirted coat and a dazzlingly fancy waistcoat.
It was what Candida guessed gentlemen of the Nobility would be wearing in London, but she had not realised how graceful they could look.
The conversation between the pair who had now left the school was very puzzling and yet there was no doubt how well Lais, whoever she might be, could ride –
*
Only a short distance away from the livery stab
