She told herself that whatever anybody else did tomorrow, she would find someone to show her round and especially the paintings.
It was her mother who had been interested in art and had made her visit the Museums whenever they were in a City that had one.
She had also taught her to appreciate the beauties of the strange lands they visited.
“There is beauty everywhere, darling,” she had said once, “and you do not have to own beauty to capture it for you can hold it in your mind so that whether you are rich or poor it is yours forever afterwards.”
It was something that Forella had always remembered.
Now, walking along the corridor with its magnificent pieces of furniture, huge carved mirrors and paintings by old Masters, she told herself that it was all hers.
‘The next time I am sleepi
