CHAPTER FIVEPrince Charles de Courel was lavishly dressed from top to toe in a red jacket and epaulettes. A black cape was thrown aside over one shoulder and he had removed his white gloves and tucked them under his arm.
Diamond rings winked on his fingers and even the buttons of his cuffs seemed to flash showing that they too were of precious stones.
His hair was gold and his eyes were grey.
‘Grey as goose-down,’ thought Elvira dreamily.
He was her every idea of a real Prince and for the first time in her life she longed to possess what was not in her power to possess. How she would love to be courted by just such a lofty personage.
‘If he would only look my way once,’ she prayed fervently, quite forgetting her sombre dress and appearance.
Indeed so lost was she that she did not rea
