“Yes.”
“Tell me, where do you live?”
“A room—anywhere.”
“You’ve no people, then?”
“None to whom I matter—or who matter to me.”
“I know. D’you know I was afraid you might have been rich and comfortable.”
Eve fingered a piece of her dress and held it out.
“Eight-three a yard, and made at home.”
“There are rich women who disguise themselves.”
“I am not one. I have king’s treasures, that is all.”