She slit open an envelope and then saw what she knew must be his name on top of the card,
Le Marquis de Charlamont.
For a moment her eyes widened.
She had not expected her employer, who had taken her on in such an unusual manner, to be so distinguished or of such importance.
“There is an invitation here, monsieur,” she said aloud, “from Lady Heatherton for dinner the day after tomorrow.”
There was silence before the Marquis said,
“See what other invitations there are. I will tell you how to answer them.”
Norina opened four more invitations.
Two were for dinner parties, two were for balls to which he was invited and asked to dine first and she put them in a neat pile also on the side table.
Then she said,
“There are two letters here, monsieur, and both appear to be in the same han
