Chapter 10
“Captain Avebury!” The words barely emerged from her lips. Little loose strands of blonde hair surrounded her face. Her hat was damp. She seemed nonplussed, startled as she peered at him over the top of the bank.
It was certainly a great deal easier to address her here than in the cloying surroundings of a Bath ballroom. “Good afternoon, Lady Catherine!” he called up to her. “Are you also taking a walk?”
“A crawl might be a more apt description,” Catherine replied, the hint of a smile in her eyes. “My horse isn’t fond of this mud, and refused to jump any of our usual fences. So I’ve been walking – but now I can see why he refused to allow me to ride him today.” She made a face and held up her hands. The palms of her gloves were caked with brown mud, utterly incongruous agains
