She also had the impression, although nobody had said so, that it was surprising she had been included in the dinner party last night.
She recalled, looking back to her childhood, that when she had Governesses they had had luncheon with her parents because she was there, but in the evening they ate alone and not in the dining room.
‘I must remember to keep my place,’ she told herself.
Then, as she put on one of the pretty morning gowns that had come from an expensive shop in Bond Street, she thought it was very difficult to know exactly what her place was.
When the Countess was ready to see her in her bedroom, having already fixed her red wig on her head and made up her face with powder, rouge, and lip salve, Robinson came to fetch her.
Sandra had already learned that the Countess nev
