“What else do I have to do all day? I am the perfect little heiress. I play the piano, I know three languages, I wear the most recent fashions of London—” Her words became urgent and heated, as if his question had broken a dam and things began spilling forth that she had desperately tried to barricade. She stopped, turning to face him, her face suddenly crestfallen. “And yet, what is my purpose? Is that all I am to do with my life?”
