“You shall drive me out in Worth’s curricle,” he said promptly.
“I am quite willing, but Lord Worth might view the matter in a different light.”
“Nonsense! His cattle must be honoured in being driven by you.”
“I wish he may think so, but I believe we shall do well to obtain his permission.”
“You shall be held blameless,” he promised. “You can have no objection to my ordering the curricle to be sent round.”
She wavered. “To be sure, I have once driven it. I suppose if you order it there can be nothing against it. You cannot do wrong in your own home after all.”
He grinned. “We will hear my brother’s comments on that. His greys are in the stable: can you handle them?”
“I can, but I have a notion I ought not. Are—are his chestnuts in the stable, too?”
“Miss Taverner,” said Captain Audley solemnly, “Julian is the best of good fellows, and the kindest of brothers, but he has the most punishing left imaginable! Frankly, I dare not!”
“I do not know what you mean by a punishing left, but you are very right. We must not take his chestnuts. I daresay he will not mind his greys being exercised.”