“Only that I should obey him,” Idona replied and she did not see the look of concern in Nanny’s eyes.
She did not elaborate any further on what the Marquis and she had said to each other.
She put on the only evening gown she possessed, which Nanny had made for her to wear at dinner with her father when he was at home.
It was a very simple gown of the cheapest white muslin, which was all they could afford.
Nanny had tried to copy what she thought was the fashion and it was high-waisted and low enough in the décolletage to look right for the evening.
But because Idona knew how plain she would look beside Clarice Clairmont, she took some of the white violets that were in a bowl on her dressing table and pinned them to the front of her gown.
Then when Nanny had arranged her hair she adde
