She thought that it was a difficult question to answer.
She therefore said,
“May I look at your Racecourse? I hear it is an exact replica of the famous course at Newmarket.”
“I suppose Brooke told you that,” the Marquis said, “and I am very proud of it. I would like you to see it, although you will not be able to do so until after luncheon.”
“What exactly is happening this afternoon, my Lord?” Angela enquired.
“I thought it would amuse your friend Brooke and the other men staying in the house to race some of my horses,” the Marquis replied. “I have also invited a number of neighbours who are as keen as I am in building up their stables.”
“It sounds thrilling,” Angela enthused.
“I don’t think you will find that the ladies are eager to take part but, of course, you may ride in the fla
