Jim was not long in coming back carrying the beer and food wrapped up roughly in paper.
“They says, my Lord, they expects people to stay inside to eat their food, but I tells them your Lordship cannot leave the horses.”
“We will eat in the Park,” the Earl replied, feeling that he was in considerable need of some fresh air.
The streets, like his impending marriage, seemed to be closing in on him.
He drove into Hyde Park and stopped where there was a quiet place shaded with trees by the Serpentine. He climbed down from the chaise, taking one bottle of beer and a little of the food that Jim had brought.
He walked away to where there was an empty seat under a tree overlooking the water.
As he ate, he found himself thinking that if Mr. Randon was as ill as he said he was, he might die in
