She gave a little sigh and Nattie, hearing it, said,
“Now don’t you go fretting about that horse, Miss Demelza. It’ll win, if it’s meant to win – and if it isn’t, there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Her words forced a faint smile to Demelza’s lips.
“You are always such a comfort, Nattie dear,” she said. She thought even as she spoke that she would need all the comfort her old nurse could give her in the future.
She saw the Earl moving about the enclosure in front of the Royal Box. She also saw him walking through the crowds towards the saddling enclosure.
Only by an exertion of willpower that was more demanding than any she had ever had to use before did she prevent herself from running across the track and going to his side when he was speaking to Abbot.
By standing up in the gig,
