Chapter 4“More flowers!” Sir Harvey exclaimed as one of the servants of the inn staggered into the sitting room carrying an enormous bouquet and a basket of rare fruits.
“No need to ask where they came from,” he added and rose and walked towards the table where the servant had set them down. “At the same time you might like to read the billets-doux that I see is nestling amongst the blossoms.”
“You can read it if you want to,” Paolina answered without looking up. “Oh, look at this exquisite stitching! I do think we might have searched the whole world without finding better seamstresses than we have found here.”
She was looking down at two of her new gowns, which had just arrived, touching them with fingers that seemed to thrill at their elegance and beauty.
She had been too tired that
