Though a tame canter through the park was not her idea of high adventure, there had been little else to do that offered even that much diversion.She had sat and read and stood and gazed out the window, or sat impatiently listening for any arrival at the door for three days. Lady Grantham had been pleased enough to see her so docile, thinking her eagerly waiting for her new wardrobe to arrive. Jessica did not think to inform her that it was news from her father’s solicitor that she was on fire to receive. Still, when Lord Leith arrived with two fine mounts in tow, Jessica had been happy enough to rush up the stairs mid scramble into the green riding habit that Lady Grantham had rhapsodized over. She had done up her hair, pleasing her hostess by agreeing to simply draw it up and allow it to fall naturally in back, and pleased herself by being able to set a comfortably concealing hat atop the whole creation.Still, the hat was necessary for the costume—and roguish as well, Lady Grantham allowed, for her hair could be glimpsed beneath it.
