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further round of stifled merriment.
    ‘Quite a girl, our Dulcie, isn’t she?’ Louis said easily. He passed a white hand over the back of his patent-leather head. ‘Mind you,’ he added, ‘I wouldn’t know.’
    Carlotta and Julia walked out into the fresh air where Ricky joined them.
    ‘I wish he wouldn’t,’ Carlotta said.
    ‘Louis?’ Julia asked.
    ‘Yes,’ said Carlotta. ‘That’s right. Louis. My husband, you know. Shouldn’t we be moving on?’ She smiled at Ricky. ‘But we’re an ever-so-jolly family, of course,’ she said. ‘Aren’t we, Julia?’
    ‘Come on,’ Julia said. ‘Let’s get the fiery steeds. Where’s Bruno?’
    ‘With them, I expect. Still a bit huffy.’
    But Bruno left off being huffy when they all rode a fine race across a stretch of open turf. Ricky’s blood tingled in his ears and his bottom began to be sore.
    When they had pulled up Louis gave a cry. He dismounted and hopped about on his elegant left foot.
    ‘Cramp?’ asked Jasper.
    ‘What do you suppose it is, love, hopscotch? Blast and hell, I’ll have to get this boot off,’ groaned Louis. ‘Here. Bruno!’
    Bruno very efficiently pulled off the boot. Louis wrenched at his foot, hissing with pain. He stood up, stamped and limped.
    ‘It’s no good,’ he said. ‘I’ll have to go back.’
    ‘I’ll come with you, darling,’ his wife offered.
    ‘No, you won’t, damn it,’ he said. He mounted, holding the boot in his right hand. He flexed his right foot, keeping it out of the iron and checking his horse’s obvious desire to break away.
    ‘Will you be OK?’ asked Jasper.
    ‘I will if you’ll all be good enough to move off,’ he said. He turned his horse and began to walk it back along the turf.
    ‘Leave it,’ Carlotta said. ‘He’ll be cross if we don’t. He knows what he’s doing.’
    In spite of a marked increase in his saddle-soreness, Ricky enjoyed the rest of the day’s outing. They took roundabout lanes back to the Cove and the sun was far in the west when, over a rise in the road, L’Esperance came unexpectedly into view, a romantic silhouette, distant and very lonely against a glowing sky.
    ‘Look at our lovely house!’ cried Julia. She began to sing a Spanish song and the other Pharamonds joined in. They sang, off and on, all the way to Leathers and up the drive.
    ‘Will Louis have taken the car or is he waiting for us?’ Bruno wondered.
    ‘It’d be a hell of a long wait,’ said Jasper.
    ‘I fancy he’ll be walking home,’ Carlotta said. ‘It’s good for his cramp to walk.’
    As they turned the corner of the house into the stable yard, they saw the car where Louis had left it. It was unoccupied.
    ‘Yes, he’s walking,’ said Jasper. ‘We’ll catch up with him.’
    There was nobody about in the yard. Everything seemed very quiet.
    ‘I’ll dig someone up,’ Jasper said. He turned his hack into a loose-box and walked off.
    Bruno, who had recovered from the effects of his wigging and showed signs of wanting to brag about his exploit, said: ‘Julia, come down and look at my jump. Ricky, will you come? Carlotta, come and look. Come on.’
    ‘If we do, it doesn’t mean to say we approve,’ Julia said sternly. ‘Shall we?’ she asked Ricky and Carlotta. ‘I’d rather like to.’
    They rode their bored horses into the paddock and down the hill. A long shadow from the blackthorn hedge reached towards them and the air struck cold as they entered it.
    Ricky felt his horse’s barrel expand between his knees. It lifted its head, neighed and reared on its hind legs.
    ‘Here!’ he exclaimed. ‘What’s all this!’ It dropped back on its forefeet and danced. From far beyond the hedge, on the distant hillside, there came an answering scream.
    Julia crammed her own now agitated mount up to the gap in the hedge where Bruno had jumped. Ricky watched her bring the horse round and heard it snort. It stood and trembled. Julia leant forward in the saddle and patted its neck. She