CHAPTER SIXAfter dinner, during which Weena had sat next to two rather elderly and not particularly interesting men, they moved into the music room where they were to dance.
She was instantly pursued by a number of young gentlemen who were smartly dressed and obviously excited by the idea of someone new.
She accepted the first one who asked her to dance.
As he took her round the ballroom to the tune of a dreamy waltz, he said,
“You are very lovely and look very different from the English girls. I am sure you will be the belle of the ball at every ball you attend.”
Weena smiled.
“That is just what my brother who brought me here hopes. But, of course, I am much too modest to think of anything like that.”
The man she was dancing with laughed.
“Tell me about Russia,” he suggested. “It’
