“It is – something you have to – accept.”
Shimona paused before she added,
“If it makes you – happier, I will – not go on the – stage.”
“Then what will you do? Where will you be?”
“I am going – abroad.”
“Abroad?” the Duke echoed. “To live? And do you think that wise when there is also the possibility of war breaking out with France again?”
“Italy may not be involved,” Shimona said quickly.
“So you intend to go to Italy.”
She realised she had made a slip and therefore did not answer him.
“I have a feeling that if you reach Italy this year, you may not be able to return.”
He came a little nearer to her.
“Who are you going with? Is it a man who is taking you away from your own country and everything that is familiar? Are you marrying him?”
Shimona gave a deep sigh.
“I cannot answ
