CHAPTER FOUR“I think we must have remembered everything,” muttered Elva.
She was now standing looking down at her trunk and several cases. They contained all the clothes she was proposing to take with her to Russia.
There were some dresses that had been bought for her as a debutante and the more sophisticated gowns Aunt Violet had chosen for her.
Elva was quite delighted with her new trousseau, although her aunt kept on complaining that she was really too young to wear most of the dresses.
“It would be so much easier,” suggested Elva, “if Dukes and Duchesses were to wear a special emblem in their buttonholes so that everyone would know who they were without their having to fuss about their clothes.”
Lady Violet smiled.
“That’s a good idea, my dearest. At the same time if you were of
