CHAPTER SEVENThe Marquis drove off towards Epsom feeling, as his team settled into a steady stride, a sense of enjoyment at the thought of what lay before him.
At the same time he could not but help being aware of an irritating and slightly nagging anxiety about Perdita.
As he thought of her, he saw the expression on her face and the note of uncertainty in her voice which told him that she was unnerved because he was going away.
‘It is ridiculous,’ he thought, ‘how can she be anything but safe in the care of a houseful of servants and with her own old Nanny arriving this afternoon?’
At the same time he was conscious of an uneasiness that exasperated him.
‘My friends who jeered at me in the Park were right,’ he told himself. ‘I am becoming a family man and who could imagine that I coul
