She was always out of doors, generally riding. Sir Thomas’s appeal to her to show John the estate was simply ignored. After a spending a day or two trying to track the elusive Miss Wainwright down, John was despairing of ever having the opportunity to acquaint himself with her. He enlisted the help of an under-groom at great cost -- a gold sovereign no less. The groom was to let him know when Linnett next went out riding for he was to have a horse saddled and ready for John’s use. Word duly came that Linnett had requested her horse Pango to be ready for ten o’clock that morning, the third since John’s arrival at the Hall. John hurried for his horse only to see his quarry disappearing out of the stable yard at a canter, into a chilly morning lit by bright, pale sunshine. Muttering a curse, he yelled for the boy to bring round his horse quickly, but by the time John had ridden after her, Linnett was out of sight. John rode in the direction he had first seen her on the day of his arrival.
