Max’s deeper, gravelly voice was reassuring: “Not to worry, ol’ boy. She’s just young and spirited. We know all about breaking in a filly. Just you leave it to us.”
***
For the longest time young Philippa sat on the edge of the bed, erect and fully clothed, with knees pressed tight together. She tried to rehearse what she would say when Nigel came through the door, but her mind was awash with conflicting emotions. She was, of course, enraged, morally indignant — that she should be asked to put on such an exhibition, and that Nigel, who should be defending his wife’s honor, should allow it, no, actually encourage it! Uncle Max was, of course, incorrigible. She had heard all about such men, leering and evil men who lusted after any woman in their sight. But Lady Maude, who she trusted and
