Her mother had smiled.
“They are out of fashion now, dearest, and I have no wish to be beholden to anyone, certainly not the type of people my father would not have had inside his house.”
As Una grew older, she began to understand the pride that could not accept anything unless one could give something in return.
She knew now that her mother would think that she was humiliating herself if she allowed the Duke, kind though he was, to pay for her clothes.
‘I must learn to stand on my own feet,’ she said to herself. ‘There must be some way that I can make enough money quickly, so that I can have a new gown, if not for tonight then for tomorrow.’
She remembered that there were lots of small dressmakers in the side streets of Paris who could copy the most elaborate clothes that came from w
