Chapter SixThe phaeton lurched and the Marquis remarked irritably,
“These roads are appalling!”
“It’s always the same when one gets far off the highways,” the Prince replied. “They would be much worse if it was wet.”
The Marquis glanced up at the sky.
“It looks as if that is a distinct possibility, Sire,” he said pessimistically. “Those are obviously rainclouds.”
The Prince said no more. He knew that the Marquis was depressed and had made no effort to hide his boredom ever since they had left London.
His Royal Highness was almost regretting that he had undertaken what he thought was a Samaritan’s act in forcing the Marquis to come with him to the country.
“You have refused every invitation I have offered you, Virgo, for the last month,” he had said, “and from all I hear, you spend y
