He came there from St. John’s in an open carriage drawn by four horses and escorted by a troop of Cavalry.
He ignored the surly looks that he received as he drove along the beautiful road bordered on each side by trees and flowers, nor did he notice the exquisite view that was visible from every incline the horses reached or the red blossoms of the flameboyant, which were a vivid contrast to the verdant green of the other trees.
He was, in fact, thinking with satisfaction of the amount of money he would receive on his marriage to the Earl of Scawthorn’s sister.
‘A good chap, Scawthorn!’ he told himself with satisfaction. ‘Since he has been here he has doubled the rate those Yankees have to pay me for trading on the island.’
The sun was still warm and, as he neared Clarence House, Lord
