refused, and Mrs. Feldon-Jacobs would have reason to be smug.
Her eagerness must have showed upon her face, because the eldest countess smiled. She had a most
interesting face. It spoke to Miss Carr of high breeding and quality. The cheekbones were particularly
beautiful, not too protruberant, yet with a piquant shadow beneath. Her nose was high-bridged, narrow
as a hawk's beak, and she had large, deep brown eyes that seemed to be a blend of black and red, and
black-brown hair swept up into sleek folds around her head. She wore black velvet sewn with jet beads
and fringe that swayed gently as she moved. The second lady was very much like her, the lineaments of
her dark-complected face spare as a sculpture, with large dark eyes. Her dress, also of velvet, was blood
red, trimmed in jet and garnets. The third lady, clad in heavy blue velvet, was equally striking, lovely in
a more English manner, with masses of blonde hair, fair skin, and large, luminously blue eyes. At least
their beauty would be more pleasant if these ladies had the bloom of health upon them. They were all so
very pale. Perhaps in Rumania ladies of quality were not permitted or encouraged to take the air very
often. It was on the tip of Miss Carr's tongue to ask, but good manners took over. It was not a question
she would ever ask of an Englishwoman. She must not allow her training to desert her even though these
were only foreigners.
Pages, yawning openly due to the late hour, assisted the countesses in removing their coats and hats, and
vanished with the garments to the cloakroom. Miss Carr took the lead, escorting her visitors into the
salon. She heard a murmur of approval from behind her as she stepped aside to allow them to enter the
chamber ahead of her. The room, the most superior of the five that Mrs. Feldon-Jacobs maintained, had
walls covered in Regency-striped oyster silk with dark wood trim and doors. A vase of lilies stood on
one occasional table, and a vase of ostrich feathers adorned the other. She was pleased to see that the
porter had raised a good fire in the marble-lined grate, and begged the visitors to make themselves at
home. The second-eldest countess took the most comfortable chair, a luxuriously padded, chestnut-
coloured upholstered leather armchair with mahogany legs that sat at one side of the fireplace, and was
chased from thence by a glance from her senior. Strangely, the eldest did not sit down in it herself, but
left it for their fair-haired junior, who sank into it with the grace of a queen.
"How may our establishment assist you?" Miss Carr asked, standing before them a trifle nervously. In
light of the byplay she had just witnessed, she did not quite know which one to address.
"We do not wish anything that has been worn before by anyone else," the eldest said, settling herself at
one end of the bottle-green velvet couch at the other side of the hearth. "We are here for haute couture,
nothing less. This house has produced handsome wares in the past. That is what we wish."
"Made-to-measure, then," Miss Carr said, inwardly jubilant. Bespoke gowns were worth to the
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