Chapter Three“Here is something fascinating,” Trina exclaimed. “It says in very difficult old French that Comte Bernhard not only magicked himself away but his weapons, his treasures and his women as well. I wonder how many he had!”
She looked up as she spoke and then called out,
“Mama, you are not listening,”
“I am – sorry,” Susi answered, “what were you saying, dearest?”
She had been thinking of the Comte and of the trouble and difficulties that she was making in his life.
Last night after dinner, just as the Comtesse was thinking of retiring to bed, the Comte had said,
“I hope, Grand’mère, that you will not mind if I move in here tomorrow.”
“Move here!” the Comtesse had exclaimed in surprise, “but why should you wish to do that? What is wrong with the Château?”
“There is nothing
