Inside the office, Kit stood before Lady Covington’s desk, her boy’s uniform caked with mud. Mud was on her hands, in her hair – everywhere.
Seated at her desk, Lady Covington was speaking angrily about that very fact. “And we do not lie in the mud at Covington!”
“It was a protest!” Kit explained. “I didn’t want you to take my horse away!”
“That animal is going to auction whether you lay in the mud or not.”