“I have, madame,” the maid replied. “Two hundred bottles!”
Blanche saw Linetta’s look of astonishment and said,
“I find a mineral water bath very reviving and refreshing and I expect you too would like a bath having spent all night on the train?”
She turned to the maid.
“Show mademoiselle to the bedroom at the back which is quiet. Unpack for her and help her into her prettiest gown. We are going to the theatre.”
“Very good, madame,”
Linetta found herself ushered along a passageway, which led to a room that was luxurious, but not as fantastic as Blanche’s bedroom.
Her boxes were brought in and, while the maid prepared her a bath in an adjoining bathroom, she unpacked some of her gowns and hung them up in the wardrobe.
They were all, she thought, plain and dull by what would be Blanc
