CHAPTER SEVEN“I pack ze trunks, signorina,” Francesca said in broken English, which she wished to learn, as she arranged Susanna’s hair.
“Thank you,” Susanna murmured.
“Verry upsettin’ if ze Signorina leave. What ze Signor do?”
Francesca received no reply, which did not surprise her as Susanna was reading.
Some books had arrived by the noon post and she was quickly turning the pages to find something that would amuse Fyfe and spark off one of their spirited arguments.
“What I am wonderin’, signorina,” Francesca continued, reverting to her warm eloquent Italian, “is what you will wear if you do travel.”
Susanna caught the last words.
“Travel? Oh, in the gown I arrived in,” she answered quickly and returned to her book.
“But, signorina, I have not yet altered that gown,” Francesca ex
