Chapter 9

“I’ve come to take you to luncheon.”

That made him look up. “Take me?” Milo frowned. “Take me where?”

Robert moved towards him with purpose. “Down to the dining room.”

“I eat in here.”

“Well, you shouldn’t. If you eat downstairs, we can go out again. I wager I could get you in the small carriage. How long is it since you went out for a ride?”

Milo knew his mouth was hanging open but he couldn’t help it. He had never been out to ride just for the sake of it. Journeys were arduous and inevitably humiliating. The last time he had been in a carriage was the journey that had brought him to Bingley Hall five years ago. He had reached his majority and on his twenty-first birthday he had inherited the house from his grandmother. His guardian dropped him off, and that was that.

“Here.” Robert held out a pair of brown leather gloves.

Milo was so startled he took them. “Just what I need on a beautiful summer’s day.”