“I do believe I shall. My friends have invited me to spend the summer here with them.”
“I hope that Sir Peter does not keep you all to himself then,” answered Georges-Henri with a dashing smile.
He led them inside and offered them refreshments before they left for their ride. A servant brought in citron pressé that was heavily laced with ice.
“I had thought that you might like to see some fine Roman ruins that are nearby,” proposed Georges-Henri. “It is not possible to reach them by carriage, so by horseback is the only way.”
“I would love to see them,” exclaimed Marina. “Papa and I used to visit the Isle of Wight before Mama died just to see the Roman villa at Brading. It has a very fine mosaic floor.”
“Then, I hope you will not be disappointed with this one,” replied Georges-Henri.
