Because why had she made that decision? There was a disturbing thought. It could not alone be centred upon his virility, for the decision had been taken long before she had accompanied him to bed. He was at the house, and George Frederick was hurrying down to take his bridle as he dismounted. Marguerite's horse already waited at the steps. 'The mistress says you must go to her, Captin,' George Frederick looked embarrassed. 'If you please.' ' 'Tis a lecture you'll be receiving, Mr Hilton,' Dutton remarked. The overseer had come round the corner of the house unobserved. 'For losing your phlegm at the execution.' Kit stared at him. 'Aye,' he said. 'I have something to learn about the planting business.' Dutton grinned. 'You'll not find a better teacher than Mrs Templeton. Ah, I must apologize, sir. I had meant Mistress Hilton, had I not?' Kit went up the steps and handed his hat to the waiting girl. The house was quiet, and cool, and sweet smelling. The house was the Green Grove he loved.
What do You think about HF - 03 - The Devil's Own?
