“I promise,” Imeldra answered, knowing that Beryl would not allow her to argue.
Because it was so much more comfortable to lie on the sofa wearing a nightgown and negligée, Imeldra went to say ‘goodnight’ to her father with hair flowing over her shoulders.
He smiled as she went towards him and said,
“You look so like your mother when I first saw her with her hair down and I thought she was the loveliest most adorable woman I had ever seen in my entire life.”
The way he spoke made Imeldra wish she could hear the Marquis say the same thing to her.
Because he was constantly in her thoughts, she sat down on the side of her father’s bed and asked,
“Papa, in all your trips abroad, did you ever hear of a singer called ‘Madame Jolie’?”
“Of course I did,” the Earl replied, “but I cannot imag
