Round her neck she wore her mother’s five rows of pearls and there were pearls in her ears and on her wedding finger.
The Prince had not remarked upon her appearance, but she had known by the expression in his eyes that he thought she looked beautiful.
When she went into her bedroom and locked her door, as she had promised Margit she would do, she told herself that she had never had a more enjoyable time.
She had, however, got no further in discovering what had happened to her father since she had entered Russia.
‘What am I to do?’ she asked herself.
Then she decided that tomorrow she must play about no longer. She must make up her mind whether or not she could trust the Prince and ask his help.
‘He must be trustworthy,’ she tried to assure herself.
And yet she was apprehensive.
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