CHAPTER FIVE“Do you know, Uncle Denzil,” Peter related, as they sat round the table at luncheon, “that Michelangelo was the first person to know what a horse looked like inside. He made a drawing of it.”
“I suppose Mrs. Beckwith showed you that in one of the books in the library,” the Marquis replied.
He looked across the table at Mrs. Beckwith and asked,
“Does that come under History or Geography?”
Mrs. Beckwith’s eyes twinkled.
“It comes, my Lord, under Useful Hints for Horse Breeders.”
“Breeders?” the Marquis queried.
“I am going to breed the finest horse in the world,” Peter cried. “His father will be Samson and then his mother will be Aunt Athina’s Juno. He will win the Grand National and I will be riding him.”
The Marquis laughed.
“That is certainly an ambitious programme!”
