“Another one? I can’t keep up.” And she laughed.

I managed to put down the coffeepot without spilling the contents and got to my feet.

“You are finished, my lady?” The waiter appeared at my side. “I cannot bring you some fresh fruit? Some more toast?”

“No, thank you.” I hurried out of the dining car, wrenched open my compartment door and stumbled in, nearly falling over Queenie, who was cramming items into one of my suitcases.

“Careful with that,” I snapped. “You’ll crease everything.”

She looked up, surprised and hurt. “Don’t vex yourself, my lady. It shall be done according to your wishes,” she said.

“What did you say?”

“I read one of them magazines last night—The Lady, it’s called. Ever so posh, and a servant said that in one of the stories. ‘It shall be done according to your wishes.’ That’s what she said. I was thinking about what you said, see. About me sounding dead common and that I should learn to speak proper like what you do. So I thought I’d start improving meself right away.” She grinned, then peered at me. “Are you all right, miss? You look as white as a sheet. It’s all this swaying around. You’d better sit down.”

I noticed for the first time that the attendant had been in and turned the beds back into seats. I sat. Queenie went on with her packing, chatting as she did so. “They had lots of pictures of posh folks in that there magazine, but I didn’t see yours. You should get out more, miss. Mingle in society—that’s what they call it, don’t they?”

I wanted to shout at her to shut up. Instead I turned and stared out the window. It didn’t have to be the same Darcy, did it? There was more than one Darcy in the world, although it wasn’t a common name. And how many Darcys were heir to a title? I knew in my heart that it was he and a great weight of doom came over me. He had a child he’d been hiding from me. He had another woman in his life. I was just one of a string of girlfriends. I didn’t matter at all.

“It’s time to stop this stupid nonsense,” I said to myself. “Clinging to a false hope that one day we can marry. Well, I can’t afford to wind up an old maid. I’m going to do what I was supposed to and find myself a suitable husband and forget that Darcy O’Mara ever existed.”

I pressed my lips together hard, worried for an awful moment that I might cry. The attendant tapped on my door. “We shall be arriving in Nice shortly, my lady.”