...ago and all I have left is a godmother living in the country."
"No fiance? No boyfriend?"
"No sir," whispered Penny, blushing like a rose.
"Victor asked you that because if you're going to work for him, you can come and live here," said Carola, smiling at the young girl's embarrassment.
"Well, Miss Penny, this is the way it would work," the lawyer went on. "You would help Carola with her secretarial duties; my wife will teach you how to type. You will have your own room here, take your meals with us and receive
thirty thousand francs a month. Are you interested?"
"But... but... but..." Penny was overwhelmed. "This is marvelous. You're too kind. I don't know how to thank you..."
"Don't try, my dear little Penny. You'll allow me to use your Christian name, won't you? Besides, I count on your being friends with my wife, who is alone a great deal. Now, if you start tomorrow, that gives you all today to prepare your affairs, and tomorrow morning. I shall come and collect you at your hotel in the car. Then you will settle in here. Does that suit you?"
"Oh yes," cried Penny, radiant.
"But Victor, darling," the interruption came from the lawyer's wife. "You forgot to warn Penny about the condition."
Penny's heart sank at these words; so there was a condition; she should have realized as much. It had been too good to be true, and she probably woul...