CHAPTER EIGHT“You are certainly a success!” the Dowager Marchioness observed as she and Clarinda entered the hall of Melburne House and saw the profusion of flowers that awaited them.
There were bouquets and baskets of flowers on every table and arranged along the sides of the marble floor. Their fragrance scented the air and the cards attached to the offerings appeared each to bear a coronet.
“They are indeed lovely,” Clarinda exclaimed. “At the same time I feel that they are a tribute not to me but to you, ma’am, and your grandson.”
The Dowager smiled.
“I repeat, you are a great success. You enjoyed the ball last night?”
“It was wonderful,” Clarinda answered. “I never thought that anything so magnificent would be given for me. I would indeed be ungrateful if I had not enjoyed every
