CHAPTER FIVEThe ball at Lady Melchester’s was even more fantastic and extravagant than the other parties at which Torilla had been present since she arrived in London.
The Countess had however protested against Beryl and Torilla attending it.
“I cannot bear that Melchester woman!” she groaned disparagingly. “She is fast and her love affairs are a scandal. I cannot imagine why you should wish to accept her over-pressing invitations.”
“She gives good parties, Mama, and all my friends will be there,” Beryl replied simply, shrugging her beautifully rounded shoulders.
“She has nothing but money to recommend her,” the Countess snapped, “but of course, I know that most of your friends care for little else.”
Beryl laughed good-humouredly.
“That is because it is something that most of them la
