The hot bath was most welcome after working so hard all day. Her shoulders and neck were stiff from pounding the typewriter keyboard and she had not realised how tense she had been.
She soaped her shoulders and lay back in the hot water. The bathroom was so much more luxurious than hers at Bingham Hall.
‘At least I shall have every comfort while I am here,’ she thought. ‘I wish though that I did not have to be away from Mama. I wonder if Lord Winterton will allow me to telephone home later this evening to see how she is?’
Later at the dressing table Antoinette brushed out her thick blonde hair and commented on how pretty it was.
“So much hair!” she said admiringly. “How shall I dress it for you?”
Lucia allowed her to style it in the French manner and found it very becoming. As she lac
