“Shall I ever get my skin white?” Elvina asked despairingly.
“It will take time, miss, and now you are in England you need not be out in the sun so much. Most ladies carry a sunshade.”
“I will start tomorrow,” Elvina said with a little smile.
She had her dinner, forcing herself to eat, although, because she was lonely and missed Lord Wye, her appetite seemed to have vanished.
‘I must get fatter,’ she thought, remembering Lady Cleone’s lovely rounded limbs.
She went to bed at length with her fair hair spread out on the pillow like a halo around her little face. She covered her cheeks, her neck and her hands with the lotion and thought, because she was tired, that she would fall asleep at once.
Instead she found herself listening in the darkness for the sound of a man’s voice and foots
