“That is another item to add to the long list,” she thought and wondered how many years it would take before everything was back as it should be.
An elderly manservant told her that Father Bernard was in his study and took her along a passage with diamond-paned windows on either side.
She realised that the house was very old and might in fact have been in existence before the Chateau was built.
Father Bernard was sitting at a large desk at the end of a small room.
He rose when his manservant announced Marietta and held out his hand.
“I have been hoping, mademoiselle, that I would have the opportunity of meeting you, but I am afraid I do not often go out myself unless someone is kind enough to collect me in their carriage.”
“I know you will be glad to hear, Father,” Marietta said, “th
