“Of course not! He will feel humiliated that he had not the sense to recognise you for what you are. He will decide to forget the whole episode as quickly as possible.”
There was a twist to the Duchesse’s lips as she added,
“And doubtless there will be plenty of women like the Comtesse to help him!”
Every word she spoke was a wound that drew blood. Felicita did not protest, she could only cry.
They drove on in silence until the Duchesse exclaimed,
“Here we are – and the sooner we leave Portugal and all its miseries behind, the better I shall be pleased.”
Felicita suddenly realised that they had been driving for far longer than it usually took from The Palace to their house.
She took her hands from her face and to her astonishment they were outside the Railway Station in Lisbon.
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