CHAPTER NINEEveryone agreed that the race meeting was a great success. Charles’s horse had romped to victory in one race and the Lord Lieutenant’s horse had won another. And in the last event of the day, a mile race for mares, they each had an entry.
Their friendly rivalry was the subject of much merriment. Sitting in Charles’s box they drank champagne and planned their wagers.
“Naturally we shall place our money on my cousin’s horse,” said John to Cliona. “But perhaps we should wager on your uncle’s as well. What is it called by the way?”
“Gina,” said Cliona, reaching for her programme. “And his Lordship’s horse is – ” Her voice faded into silence.
Everyone in the box turned to look at her face, grown suddenly pale. Everyone for except Charles.
“What is it, my dear?” asked Sir Kenton
