The manager stared at her.
"You were with him, were you not?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Then surely you must know something more about him than just his name?"
"He called himself my guardian. I believe that when I was very young he took me to the convent where I have been ever since. Two days ago he came to fetch me away."
"What is your name?"
"Isobel de Sorrens!"
"You are not related to him, then?"
She shuddered a little.
"I hope not," she said simply.