CHAPTER SIXViola rode until she reached the coast. Very soon, she found herself riding along the very same bay where the Earl had taken her, the day of their trip together.
She tethered Snowball to a tree as she was in need of a rest. She had ridden her hard all the way and now the sun was climbing higher.
“Poor girl,” sighed Viola, as she patted Snowball’s muscular neck. “You had just come back from an errand, only to be dragged out again.”
Viola needed to think and the sea made her feel calmer.
‘Mama and Uncle Hugo!’ she repeated, almost unable to believe what she had discovered. ‘Why have I not heard about this before? I cannot blame Aunt Mary for thinking that he only married her to be near Mama – the poor woman! I would not care one bit for being second best, but how can it still
