He was forced to slow his pace as dusk was falling and it was not so easy to see the way. But to Fenella it was as familiar as every path in her own garden.
She opened her lips to exclaim and to question Periquine once again as to what he was doing.
Then before she could speak she saw ahead of them the little Church-in-the-Woods and Periquine drew his horses to a standstill outside the door.
She turned then to ask the question trembling on her lips, but he avoided her glance and getting out of the Curricle walked round to assist her to alight.
The groom was already at the horses’ heads and a gesture from Lord Corbury made him take them a little further on, so that he was out of earshot.
“What are we here for?” Fenella asked at last.
Her voice was tremulous, partly from the speed at w
