CHAPTER THREEThe footman led Malvina up a long staircase and by some very attractive pictures.
Then he opened a door and announced in an almost stentorian voice,
“Lady Malvina Silisley, Madame.”
Malvina walked in.
At first glance it was the most glamorous bedroom she had ever seen.
A big four-poster bed was hung with turquoise satin and under an enormous baldaquin with blue silk and lace curtains it looked like a throne half hidden by clouds.
Sitting against a pile of richly lace-edged pillows was a very lovely woman.
Malvina had expected, from all she had heard about Blanche d’Antigny, that she would be extremely attractive.
But she had not expected a milk-white complexion on a French woman.
Her cheeks were faintly tinted with rose-pink and her eyes seemed almost childish.
At th
