Chapter Ten“I am exceeding envious of your riding habit,” Isabel said, reining in her horse and drawing up alongside Serena where, mounted on a magnificent chestnut, she waited at the end of a long grass mile.
Serena smiled.
“I am so afeared of spoiling it,” she said, “that I hardly dare to move. It was only finished for me yesterday.”
“I have never seen such velvet,” Isabel declared, pulling off her riding glove and stretching out her hand to stroke Serena’s skirt. “I swear it is not obtainable in England.”
Serena blushed, and looking round, tried hastily to change the conversation.
“Surely that is Lord Vulcan coming towards us?” she asked.
“Yes, it is Vulcan right enough,” a voice said from behind, making both Serena and Isabel jump.
Lord Gillingham on horseback had approached the
