The necklace that she knew was bad luck had been mended and that was all that concerned her and the sooner she could climb wearily into bed and go to sleep the better.
She pulled the curtains over her window and, taking off her dressing gown, got into bed. Then she blew out the candles.
Almost automatically, because it was the last thing she always did at night, she said a prayer.
It was a prayer that she had said every night since her father had left for Paris.
‘Please dear God, help Papa so that he can get back some of the money he has lost that we need so desperately. Please God, please!’
Even as she murmured the last word of her prayer she fell asleep.
*
The Marquis arrived back at Buckwood House in Berkeley Square.
He thanked his coachman and he drove off.
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