CHAPTER THREE“I just don’t understand why we had to travel on that dreadful dirty old train!”
Princess Marianne flung herself down onto her bed and then glared at the dingy hotel room with unconcealed disdain.
“We should have been on the Paris Express in a comfy First Class compartment,” she continued, pouting. “And why are we not staying at the best hotel in town? I would not even ask my servants to sleep in here. I am sure that there will be fleas in the bed and cockroaches in the bathroom! What can Sir Andrew be thinking.”
Rosilda began unpacking her travel bag.
She was very tired from the slow jolting train and longed to wash the grime from her hands and face.
She had to admit that she could not understand why Sir Andrew had changed his plan at what seemed for no purpose.
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