“Has your Ladyship decided how to spend today?” she enquired.
Lost in her strange situation, Celina had made no plans and said the first thing that came into her head.
“I think I should like to go riding.”
Mrs. Ragley took her riding dress from the wardrobe and laid it out. She spoke not a word, but she managed to convey her view that the garment was a temporary affair, soon to be replaced with one more suitable for the Countess of Torrington.
But even she gave a brief nod of satisfaction at the sight of the new Countess in the dark green costume that emphasised her excellent shape, especially her tiny waist. She curtsied and left the room.
Breakfast would be waiting for her in the morning room, downstairs. But where was Robin?
Then she glanced out of the window and saw him riding un
