But now Olinda thought it would be difficult to meet him again, she felt, if she had to see him face to face in the daytime, that she would blush self-consciously and feel extremely embarrassed.
‘He is certain not to take my advice, but will go back to Paris,’ she told herself reassuringly.
But it was impossible not to think of him as she sat on the floor by the Duchesse’s elaborate bed.
She stitched away at the embroidery that was frayed, covered a little flower with new pink and green silks and refurbished the delicate feathers of a bird and the wings of a cupid.
She was so intent on her own thoughts that it gave her quite a start when she heard Mrs. Kingston say,
“I’m sure this will interest you, mademoiselle. This is the Duchesse de Mazarin’s room and she slept here when she came
