“We will leave the rest,” Colena said. “After all we might find it very boring in the country and then we can just come home and back to the endless parties.”
“I personally am looking forward to it,” Elizabeth replied, “and to riding one of your father’s superb horses. I always adored staying with you as your horses were the very best. I used to dream that one day I would be able to win a race.”
“When we leave London and move to the country,” Colena said, “we will have a steeplechase where Papa used to have them and only allow men to compete, not women.”
“I think that we should have just the men and us,” Elizabeth suggested, “but not, of course, Mr. Stone!”
“Certainly not!” Colena agreed. “I promise you that he will never cross the threshold of any house of mine.”
Elizabeth sighed.
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