THE E ARL OF E PSOM TURNED his head and gazed across Piccadilly at his Golden cousin, but showed no particular emotion. Daniel had shrunk far down into the coach, where he hoped he'd be enshrouded in darkness. To him, John Comstock looked almost relieved. How bad could it be to live in Epsom and go hunting and fishing every day? That's what Daniel told himself – but later the sadness and haggardness in the Earl's face would appear in his mind's eye at the oddest times.