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Anastasia was silent, digesting what she had heard, and Lady Walters continued, “Noblemen, of course, who offer such creatures their protection, have more glamour about them than ordinary men, but nevertheless they are expected to contribute ropes of pearls, diamonds, or in the case of a Royal personage like Prince Napoleon, a house in a fashionable quarter of Paris or a château in the country.” Anastasia drew in a deep breath. “It is difficult to – understand.” “You are asking me this,” Lady Walters said, “because you are wondering whether King Maximilian, when you are married to him, will find Paris with one of ‘les Grandes Horizontales’ more amusing than his Palace in Maurona, with an English wife.” “It is obviously a – question that will be in my – mind,” Anastasia admitted honest