She was speaking in a very different tone of voice. Then she reached out and took her cousin’s hand.
“Help me – please – help me,” she begged. “I know my whole happiness is at stake. If I lose Henry, nothing else will ever be the same again for me.”
There was a cry in her voice that tore at Alina’s heart.
She knew that she would do anything, however difficult it might be, if it would help Denise.
“I will come to Rome with you,” she said, “but you will have to tell me exactly how I should behave. Remember that I have never been to London before or seen any of the smart sophisticated women I am to impersonate.”
“They are all very much alike,” Denise answered her. “They behave as if the world was made for them to walk on and believe that every man on whom they smile is very lucky and sho
