The Marquis looked puzzled, knowing that she had told him that she had twenty pounds in the pocket of her coat as well as some jewellery, which she had shown him.
“I knew that it was hopeless to run away without being able to pay my way,” Cara went on, “and until Christmas came there was – no chance of my possessing even a shilling.”
“What happened at Christmas?”
“A friend of my uncle’s came to stay at Grosvenor Square and she was very rich.”
“What was her name?”
“She called herself La Marchesa di Cesari, but I found out from the servants that she was nothing of the sort. She was a singer who was always under the protection of rich men and she had the most fantastic jewellery besides being very generous with her money.”
The Marquis was beginning to see the whole story, which had puzz
