Chapter 16That seemed to set the pattern of our time together. During the week he stayed in Town, taking care of whatever needed to be done for His Majesty, and at week’s end he would tool himself down to my estate, Kincaid up on the groom’s seat behind him.
He proved to be a crack shot, and we hunted—pheasant, quail, rabbit, partridge, to Cook’s delight.
I was surprised to discover he truly wasn’t familiar with the use of a rod and line and hadn’t said it simply to cast me down. So I taught him how, and we fished while the weather was still mild enough, bringing home strings of trout that again pleased Cook.
We even rode to hounds a time or two when his leg was up to it, joined by Aunt Cecily and Arabella, who were both bruising riders. However, since the sight of blood made her squeam
