“To the Dorsets?” the Marquis enquired. “But surely as she is blind that will be impossible?”
“Why should it be? She is not ill in any other way. It is just that her eyes are affected and I can imagine nothing more depressing than sitting at home night after night and thinking of her friends having a lovely time while she cannot join them.”
“And what do you intend to do about it?” the Marquis asked.
“I have just sent a note to the Countess asking if Godmother can join the party after dinner. She naturally feels embarrassed at having to eat in front of people, but she can sit and listen to the music and I will be able to tell her what is happening and what I forget you can describe to her.”
“Me?” the Marquis questioned. “Are you expecting me to take part in this charade?”
“Why not, my
