The conversation had enlightened her on one point, however. She had been correct as to why it was the valet who remained with her during the snowstorm and not his Master.
She and the Prince would have been unable to exchange a single word!
*
“Seems this snow is never going to melt!” grumbled Beth, as she laid out a fresh petticoat for Elvira. “Over a month now it’s lain there and more falls every day.”
“I am used to it,” admitted Elvira. “It makes everything seem – dreamlike.”
Beth, smoothing out the petticoat, threw her a glance.
“I’ve no time for dreamlike. I like to know what’s real and what’s not. And what’s real is that I’m going to have to go and live in France or find a new place.”
“Live in France, Beth?” Elvira gave a start. “Why should you have to do that?”
“You haven’t be
