CHAPTER SEVENThe following morning Sir John was down first for breakfast.
He was actually pouring out his coffee when Melita came in.
She was wearing the same riding habit that she had worn the previous day.
Her hair was golden in the sunshine and, when she smiled at him, it seemed as if the whole room lit up.
“Good morning, Melita,” Sir John greeted her. “I hope you slept well.”
“Like a log,” she replied. “And I am ready for any spectacle which I feel sure you have waiting for me in your pocket.”
“As a matter of fact and it is very tiresome, I have to go and see the Lord Lieutenant this morning, but only for a short while.”
“Oh, I thought we were going to ride,” Melita said in a disappointed voice.
“We are and I will not be more than an hour or so with his Lordship. We are disc
