CHAPTER SIXIlona ran back to the bed-room to find Magda waiting for her with a shocked expression on her face.
“Really, M’mselle!” she said in the tone of a scolding Nanny, “how could you go downstairs wearing little more than a néglige! What will His Highness think of you with your hair all over your shoulders?”
Ilona nearly retorted that His Highness was not interested in her or her hair one way or the other, and that his preference was for long dark locks which fell below the waist.
Instead she said,
“Magda, I have to be dressed and ready as quickly as possible. I require a riding-habit!”
“You are going riding at this hour?” Magda exclaimed.
“It is too much on top of what you have already gone through today!”
“I am all right! I am perfectly all right!” Ilona replied.
Refusing to
