Chapter SixLokita walked slowly along the Boulevard de la Madeleine with Marie beside her.
She did not speak and Marie also was silent.
It seemed a century since they had left London to rush back to Paris and be in hiding once again as Lokita had been all her life.
Even now, after several days of trying to readjust herself to what was in reality her old life, she could not think of the Prince without tears coming into her eyes and her lips trembling.
‘Why did I not do what he wanted me to do?’
She had asked herself over and over again in the darkness of the night.
And the question hovered over her in the daytime so that it was hard to concentrate on anything except her own unhappiness.
When she had rushed blindly from Lord Marston’s house asking the footman in the hall to call her a
