“I am!”
Trina then walked out through the open window into the garden.
She knew from the way they were looking at each other that they would barely notice she had gone, except for being aware that they could now say things they prevented themselves from saying in her presence,
‘I am sure that the Comte wants to marry Mama, but she is being difficult about it,’ Trina reasoned. ‘If he has the ten thousand pounds it will help them to live fairly comfortably until I come into my father’s fortune when I am twenty-one. Then I can give Mama what she should have had if Papa had not made that horrible and unfair will.’
It was impossible for Trina to give her mother anything at the moment for her father had appointed Trustees, who had complete control of her fortune until she came of age.
She h
