There was so much to do: clothes to buy, hairdressers and beauty specialists, the reading Rodney made her do each day, piano and elocution lessons, the museums and theatres and concerts by which Rodney, on a carefully graded schedule, gently initiated her into a world which she might once have despised if she had thought about it at all. Often bewildered and sometimes unwilling, she did what she was told, not only because it was part of the bargain, but because she was astute enough to realize how much she had to learn. Being Joy Stretton was far more complicated than she had ever dreamed. She sometimes wondered whether she would have taken it on if she had known that being rich involved more than living in Mayfair and going to parties. Rodney would not let her go to parties yet, nor meet more than a few selected people who would not pry or criticize. He allowed it to get round that his orphaned niece had come to him from abroad, but he did not want her seen before he had finished moulding her.
