For the first time Carina felt almost sorry for her.
An elderly woman in rustling black silk with a bunch of keys on a chatelaine hanging from her waist came hurrying into the room.
“You sent for me, your Ladyship?”
She gave a little bob. Carina remembered how her mother had told her that it was traditional years ago in the great houses amongst the properly trained servants.
“Yes, Mrs. Barnstaple,” the Dowager answered. “We have been honoured by a visit of Prince Dipa of Singora. You will remember I have spoken to you of how his Lordship and I once visited that charming country many years ago when we were on our world tour. Well, the King has asked me to have his grandson here for a long stay, as the doctors think it would be best for his health if he spent some time away from the suns
