She took off her hat and her little velvet jacket.
She was just about to go into the sitting room when Kitty came into her room.
“Basil’s just remembered,” she said, “that we never made you up before you come into the house!”
Donela looked at her in surprise.
“Made me up?” she exclaimed.
“Well, you can’t be one of us lookin’ as you do now!” Kitty insisted.
She walked across to the dressing table and put a box down on it.
“Come on,” she said, “I’ll put a bit of rouge on your cheeks and some salve on your lips, then later we’ll do your eyes.”
It had never occurred to Donela that she might have to be made up before the evening.
Now she was aware that, if they encountered the Earl or anyone who was observant, she looked very different from Kitty and Daisy.
She therefore sat down in f
