“I expect you looked much as you do now,” the Duke answered lightly.
He turned his head to look at Valora and then he was aware of someone waving frantically to him from the pavement.
As he drew in his horse in astonishment, Jenkins ran to his side.
“I knew Your Grace would do it!” he cried excitedly. “Major Stanley said I were a fool to come and meet you and you would be back in London while I was waiting here.”
“As you see Major Stanley was wrong,” the Duke replied. “I am glad to see you, Jenkins.”
He realised his valet was looking in horror at his boots and the dust and stains on his white buckskin breeches.
Then it struck him that Jenkins had addressed him as ‘Your Grace’ and he turned to Valora to see her reaction to it.
But he saw that she had not heard, because she was concer
