Miss Cameron's Fall from Grace

The coach made good speed. Appearing to loathe the prospect of being alone with Delphine in the coach, Stephen, preferring to accompany Mr Oakley on horseback, was mounted on a huge black beast, its glossy black coat gleaming with every ripple of its muscles.

The coach rattled into the cobbled yard of a coaching inn where they were to spend the night. Stephen dismounted and, with an imperious edge to his voice, instructed the driver to be ready to travel at half past eight the next morning before handing the reins of his horse to a groom.