“That is what I want you to say,” Ivor replied.
When they had finished breakfast, they went to the study to find that the morning newspapers were arranged, as Weena thought they should be, on the stool in front of the fireplace.
“Brownlow must have ordered them all for us,” she said. “Now we can look in The Times and The Morning Post and see what parties are taking place every night and hope that our names will soon be on the list.”
“They will be, that I can promise!” Ivor declared.
As she picked up one of the papers, Weena had the feeling that he was convincing himself more than worrying about convincing her.
As it happened, they were making up their minds whether they would go to Rotten Row to see the horses or wait until they appeared there themselves on horseback.
“Fortunately I
