ThirteenWho is that, Rose? That is certainly the finest horse I have seen yet,” Thalia said, looking ahead to their left, where a black gelding ridden by an straight-backed gentleman was coming toward them.
“I believe that is Lord Hawksmore. He is a duke. I am certain that he would not even look my way.”
“Oh.”
“What about the gentleman over there, driving that high-perch phaeton with the bright yellow wheels? He is very handsome,” Laia said, straining her neck to get a better view.
“Laia, sit properly. You look like you are about to fall off your horse,” Rose reprimanded her sister.
Laia shifted herself back into her proper position and frowned at Rose. “Well, I don’t see how we can see anybody, with this line moving so very slowly,” she complained.
“But that is the way it is in the
