‘I so want to see everything,’ she told herself, ‘and perhaps like Papa I will write a book about it.’
It was certainly an idea, an idea which would make money so that she would be able to afford, with what the Marquis was giving her, to stay at her beloved home.
She would not have to embroider after she had left Queens Hoo until she had put everything down on paper that she would be seeing on this trip.
When the Marquis said goodnight to her after they had finished dinner, he said,
“I hope you sleep well, Miss – ”
He was about to say ‘Fenton,’ when he stopped.
“We must start at once to call each other by our Christian names,” he said.
Lola laughed.
“I had forgotten we should do that.”
“The Italians would think it strange if we don’t. As I expect you will now know, my Christian na
