“Madam apprised me of what happened. I’ve already looked some things out for him,” Nanny said. “Don’t you worry. All taken care of.”

Dodo took my arm. “And my poor, poor darling. You’ve obviously lost all your clothes too. Never, mind. You and I will have lots of fun going through my wardrobe.”

“Oh, no, really,” I said, now feeling overwhelmed with embarrassment and emotion. “I couldn’t possibly borrow your clothes. How and when could I return them to you?”

She laughed gaily. “But I want to give them to you, silly. I’m tired of so many of my dresses, and one can’t be seen in public in them more than a couple of times or people start to talk, don’t they? Besides Alfred loves to show me off in new dresses. He’s such an angel. He caters to my every whim.”

She led me back down the stairs to an elegant sitting room where coffee and cakes were waiting for us. To have gone from bleak despair to this in a matter of hours was almost too much to bear. Dodo was the soul of kindness, trying to press so many items of clothing on me that I was mortified with embarrassment, feeling rather like the beggar at the gates.

“Really all I need is enough to tide me over,” I said. “I didn’t have this many dresses to begin with. My husband is only a policeman, you know.”

“But I want to give them to you,” she said. “Humor me, Molly dearest. Don’t you see—then I’ll have a splendid excuse to tell Alfred I have absolutely nothing to wear and he’ll have to increase my dress allowance.”

She had a maid carry armfuls to my room, adding shoes, hats, even a fur stole to the pile.

“I’m sure I’ll be able to go shopping soon,” I said, “so I’ll only need clothes for a day or two.”

“Don’t be silly. Of course you can’t go shopping,” Dodo said. “My brother says you must remain in complete seclusion so that nobody knows where you are. A matter of life and death, Molly.”

Privately I thought that the way Dodo chatted incessantly meant that she would probably divulge my presence to her friends. I could just hear her telling the thrilling tale of how she rescued the poor woman whose house was destroyed by a bomb. But I also decided that none of her friends was likely to have connections to an Italian East Side gang. However I did see her point about going shopping. The department stores that stocked the kind of clothes I could afford were on busy streets and there was always a chance I’d be noticed.