She gave a little sob and added,
“I escaped through a – side-door and ran – all the way here – ”
Laetitia helped her into a chair.
“Sit down, dearest,” she said. “Take off your bonnet and tell us what has upset you.”
Stephanie had come without a handkerchief and Marie-Henriette gave her one.
She wiped her eyes, but that seemed to make her cry more than she was already, the tears running down her small pointed face.
She was very pretty with golden hair with touches of red in it and the hazel-gold eyes which were characteristic of the Rákónzis.
She bore no resemblance to her mother who had strong hard Prussian features and it was easy to see that she was her father’s daughter. Actually she and Marie-Henriette were very much alike.
When Stephanie had taken off her bonnet, Laetitia wen
