“I say, it’s jolly impressive!” Gerry exclaimed as they then drove down a long drive of ancient oak trees and saw at the end an enormous Georgian house with a wing on either side of a centre block.
There were Ionic pillars supporting a portico at the top of a long flight of stone steps and statues and urns decorating the roof were silhouetted against the sky along with the Marquis’s special standard which was flying in a slight breeze.
At the front of the house was an enormous lake on which, as they drew nearer, Carmella could see swans, both black and white, sailing serenely over the silver water.
“It is lovely! Perfectly lovely,” she exclaimed. “And oh, Gerry, it is exactly what you should have.”
“It is exactly what I have!” Gerald said truculently. “If only I had the money with whic
