CHAPTER THREESandra stood at the window looking out.
Before coming to Brighton she had often longed to walk on the Steine, which she had heard was the fashionable promenade where everybody who was staying in Brighton wanted to be seen.
But she found that Kyle House, like Mrs. Fitzherbert’s had a balcony from where one could watch the passers-by even better than if one was amongst them.
The Countess had talked to her of some of the notorious characters she would see who were habitués of Brighton not only because the Prince had made it fashionable, but also because they really believed it would improve their health.
“What is wrong with them,” the Countess said in her sharp, caustic manner, “is too much drinking, too many late nights and far too many women!”
Sandra had laughed, but she l
