“You were told?” Camilla said quickly. “You mean you did not keep him?”
“I could not afford to,” Hugo Cheverly confessed. “My Regiment was posted abroad and I could not pay Apollo’s keep while I was away. So I sold him to a friend, someone I could trust, someone who would look after him. But I hated to see him go.”
“It must have hurt you terribly,” Camilla said in a low voice. “When one owns a horse like Apollo he becomes a part of oneself.”
“That is true,” Hugo Cheverly agreed and added, “Strange that you should remember Apollo. I often think of that race myself.”
“So do I,” Camilla admitted without thinking. “I thought you had fallen at the last fence. For a moment I could not look – but when I saw you were safely over I knew you would win.”
“You really wanted me to win, did you not
