Chapter Three“I hate men!”
The words came to Theresa’s lips without her meaning to say them.
As she spoke, she thought that it was a mistake to be so familiar with a stranger.
Now the woman opposite was staring at her in astonishment.
“Hate men?” she repeated. “Then who is going to pay for your furs, your jewels, your beautiful gowns and all the other comforts of life?”
Now it was Theresa’s turn to look astonished and, as she did so, she realised that the woman sitting opposite must be one of the glamorous courtesans about whom she had heard so much and for whom her father had extracted so much money from her mother.
She saw that the woman she was talking to was very heavily made up, far more so than might have been expected, even though it was fashionable now to wear powder and lip-
