CHAPTER THREEMarie took a great deal of trouble in arranging Ursa’s hair and making her face up with cosmetics.
“It’s very kind of you,” Ursa said, “and it’s just a pity that no one can see me.”
She gave a little laugh as she spoke.
Marie replied seriously in French,
“There are always the servants, my Lady, and they talk!”
Ursa knew that this was true.
In a very different tone she asked anxiously,
“Do many of the servants here – know my sister – by sight?”
Marie nodded.
“Oui, my Lady, but the housekeeper said how young you were looking and even more beautiful than when she last saw you!”
Ursa had a little throb of fear in case the housekeeper was suspicious.
“Don’t you worry, my Lady,” Marie said, “everything’s all right and they are not very bright.”
She spoke scathingly and U
