Kate waited for him to look up from his breakfast.
“What is it?” he prompted, spreading jam on his toast.
“I thought… perhaps, Pixie could join in the games after church today?”
Lord Beaufort raised an appraising brow and cast his eyes from Kate, to Mrs. Crozier, to Miss Nestor, then back to his daughter. Kate noticed a scowl upon her tutor’s face, while her governess smiled and nodded in approval.
“The hall boys and under-maids take turns playing on Sundays, don’t they?” Lord Beaufort directed his question to Smythe, the butler.
“Yes, they do, my lord.”
“This is quite exciting!” Kate declared.
“Like Ascot Heath?” her father asked.
“Yes… more so.”
Kate thought a moment before responding. The spectacle and grandeur of the Ascot races was something she would never forget. To view the queen with her prince consort and their entourage would leave a lasting impression on anyone. Kate was no stranger to the pageantry of the nobility, however, up until this season she had attended only a few gala affairs each year, and as a child. But Ascot, well… the throngs of people, the chaos of the carnival, and the magnificent horses… all blurred together like a…