She began to feel as if she was a child who had been let loose in a sweet shop and she would visit Mr. Burnham’s office where the safe was kept and discuss with him which tiara would complement her gown and which jewels she would wear to dazzle the dinner party or the ball they were proceeding to that evening.
It was such an unbelievable change from the drab misery of The Castle that sometimes she was afraid that she would wake up and find herself dressed in one of her hideous fawn gowns and being nagged by the Duchess onto the verge of tears.
Now she was not in the least tearful, but ready to fight the Earl if necessary to get everything she wanted.
It was in a way slightly deflating to find that she never had the chance to exchange any words with him that were not overheard.
Sometime
