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They were served a salad, then a silver cart was wheeled in and Somes carved two rib roasts for them.
    When they were on coffee, Somes’s wife, Marlene, who was the chef, came in and was introduced, fetching a round of applause.
    They walked across the hall to the walnut-paneled library and were served coffee and cognac.
    “If it were summer, we’d do this on the front porch,” Arrington said, “but in winter, it’s nice to be by the fire.”
    Somes came in and put a couple more logs in the large fireplace.
    They talked until after ten, then everyone went upstairs to their rooms.
    “You’re going to have to perform again,” Arrington said, as she closed the door behind them.
    “I’m up for a command performance,” Stone said, taking her in his arms.

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    S tone was wakened by a sharp knocking on their bedroom door. “Mom? Dad?”
    Arrington stirred. “I told him we’d all go riding this morning,” she said.
    “Right after breakfast, Peter,” Stone called back. “Say, eight o’clock?”
    “I’ll meet you downstairs at eight,” Peter replied, then went away.
    “What time is it?” Arrington asked.
    “Six-thirty.”
    “Then breakfast will appear momentarily.” She got up, slipped into a dressing gown, and unlocked the bedroom door. A moment later someone knocked, and she opened the door. Somes came in pushing a hotel-style table on wheels, and he set it up before the fireplace in the sitting room, while Arrington and Stone brushed their teeth. They ate hungrily.
    “I’m so glad the college acceptances came when they did,” Arrington said.
    “It worked out perfectly, didn’t it? And Hattie had a nice surprise for us. I don’t think Peter knew.”
    “We’re not going to be able to keep them out of bed together, you know,” Arrington said.
    “I suppose not,” Stone said. “Maybe we’d better yield to reality and get the three of them an apartment together in New Haven.”
    “Oh, I’m not sure the Patricks would go along with that,” Arrington said. “You’d better let me feel things out with Margaret before you bring up that subject.”
    “I will leave the matter in your capable hands,” Stone said, with relief.
     
     
    They met Peter, Ben, and Hattie downstairs at eight.
    “My folks are still asleep,” Hattie said. “I couldn’t get them up.”
    “My dad, too,” Ben said, “and I heard snoring from the Eggerses’ room.”
    The five of them walked out to the stables, where a groom had saddled horses for them, and soon they were trotting along a trail, with Peter in the lead. Shortly, they broke out into open fields and were able to canter.
    “No jumping of fences, anybody,” Arrington called out. “I’m not having anyone’s broken neck on my conscience,” she said to Stone, who was riding alongside her, feeling more and more comfortable on his mount.
    “Are my riding pants tight enough?” he asked Arrington.
    “Oh, I already checked them out,” she replied, laughing. “They’re perfect, and so is your ass.”
    They rode for most of the chilly morning. Virginia was nowhere near as cold as New York, but it was nippy. Arrington gave them a tour of Champion Racing Farms, and they stopped at the big stable, met the horses, and watched them work out on the track.
    “That big gelding out front is going to win the Derby for us this year,” Arrington said. “His name is Valentino.”

    They were back at the house in time for lunch, which they had at a long table in the big kitchen, with another fire going.
    After lunch, Arrington excused herself. “I have a party to get ready for,” she said to her guests. “Everyone’s coming at six.”
    “May I help?” Margaret Patrick asked.
    “Are you any good with flowers?” Arrington asked. “The florist’s truck will be here any minute.”
    “That is my métier,” Margaret replied, and she followed Arrington from the room. Hattie tagged along, too, and so did Bill Eggers’s wife.
    Somes appeared. “Mrs. Barrington won’t allow cigars in the house,” he said, “but we do have some port.”
    “By all means,” Stone said, and the decanter was brought and passed to the left around the table. Ben and Peter were allowed a dram.
    “So, Stone,” Bill Eggers said, “are you going to leave the law and become a Virginia gentleman?”
    Stone laughed. “I am unqualified for that role, by upbringing, education, and inclination.”
    “Well, you certainly have the property for it,” Mike Freeman said.
    “Yes,