But if it was, she would always remember that she was confident she would not be eclipsed by any woman in the room, not even the Nepalese ladies adorned with their sparkling emeralds and rubies.
She was, in fact, complimented hundreds of times on her sari, before the evening was out.
The gentlemen told her that she looked like a Goddess of the sun and laughed when she replied that, as her name was Chandra, she was actually the Goddess of the moon.
But the ladies when they were alone fingered the richly embroidered silk with their tiny fingers, exclaiming over the workmanship and the beauty of the topazes.
They stared with admiration at the stones in Chandra’s necklace.
“Topazes are very lucky for those who can wear them,” one lady told her, “and therefore, Lady Frome, you will always
