Chapter ThreeKezia could not sleep.
She found herself going over and over everything in her mind and wondering if anything that would make the guests more comfortable had been forgotten or overlooked.
She had remembered that they would require drinking water in their bedrooms and she found that fortunately two of the little glass jugs her mother had always loved had remained unbroken.
She had also remembered to put out some Oil of White Violets for the bath in Madame de Salres’s room. Her mother always distilled it at the same time as her perfume.
Douglas had carried cans of water up to both rooms and Kesia had instructed him to empty and remove the baths afterwards and to take away the bathmats.
She had slipped up the stairs before the others went to bed to make quite certain that th
