She changed her gown, hanging up in her mother’s wardrobe those she had brought from London almost as if she were showing them to her.
The dress in which she had travelled was dusty, and she put it on one side to ask Mrs. Briggs to give it a shaking.
Then she put on one of the gowns that Mrs. Lamborn had bought for her in Bond Street.
It was elegant, yet very suitable for a young girl, made of white crepe and trimmed with small white roses.
It was so much more attractive than anything she had owned before, and Diona knew as she glanced at herself in the mirror that she had bought it to please the Marquis.
Now he would never see her in it and she might just as well throw it away for all the interest it had to her.
Because once again he filled her thoughts and her mind to the exclusion
