Chapter Seven“I spoke to you, Cyrilla!”
“I-I am – sorry – Papa.”
Cyrilla spoke as if her mind had come back from a far distance and the Duke, well aware of whom she had been thinking, felt his lips tighten before he managed to say in a pleasant manner,
“I was suggesting to you that this afternoon we should drive the new pair of bays that I bought for Edmund on his return.”
“A new pair, Papa?”
“Yes. They were sold locally and, as I realised that they were outstanding, although still not completely trained, I acquired them at a reasonable price.”
“I am sure Edmund will be thrilled!”
“Go and put on your bonnet and I will tell Burton to have the phaeton brought round immediately.”
Cyrilla rose obediently and gave her father a small smile before she walked towards the door.
He watched
