He also wondered whether they might have kissed her, but he somehow thought it was unlikely.
There was something pure and innocent about her that he had never found in any woman he had known before.
In The Castle Fyna changed with Yvonne’s help into her very pretty green going-away gown and one of the housemaids muttered that green was supposed to be unlucky.
“Not for Madame la Comtesse,” Yvonne said sharply. “She was born in February and therefore green, whether in emeralds or material, is for her the colour of the Gods and very lucky.”
“I hope you are right,” Fyna said softly.
She looked at herself in the mirror and could hardly believe that it was herself she was seeing.
The gown fitted her perfectly and it had a short jacket that only just reached her waist.
The chip straw of th
