Chapter Forty-Six
They set out at noon from London, not only Violet and Primrose, but Aster, Daphne, and Clematis, plus two grooms with picnic hampers attached to their saddles.
Violet almost balked when she saw the size of the party. Any excursion that included both Daphne and Clematis would not allow for quiet tête-à-têtes.
“I extended the invitation,” Primrose said, a statement of the blatantly obvious. “I thought it would look less particular.”
Look less like a tryst, was what Primrose meant. And perhaps she was right. Violet might want a daylight tryst with Wintersmith, but she didn’t dare actually have one, not if she wished to keep her family safe from gossip.
Richmond lay nine miles from London. It was past one o’clock by the time they reached the high brick wall that enclosed
