CHAPTER FOURShana and Betty, her maid, packed a large trunk with her clothes and hats.
“It looks as if you be going away for a long time, miss,” Betty commented.
“I don’t think it will be very long, but I do not know exactly what we will be doing, so I must take a variety of clothes.”
Betty seemed satisfied with Shana’s explanation and did not ask her any more questions.
When she finally retired to bed she turned over and over in her mind what she was pushed into and could only come to the conclusion that, although she must go to Rome with the Marquis, her father would not approve.
‘I can hardly ask the Marquis to take a chaperone with us,’ she thought.
Then she told herself she was being very stupid. As he was known as being so fastidious and particular with whom he associated, he w
