Chapter FourUna was awakened by a maid coming into her bedroom, carrying her breakfast on a tray.
She put it down beside the bed and went to pull back the curtains so that the sunshine flooded in.
For a moment it was difficult for Una, still drowsy with sleep, to think where she was. Then with a leap of her heart she remembered.
She was in Paris and she was staying with the Duke of Wolstanton!
She sat up looking with delight at the neatly laid breakfast tray with its silver coffee pot and hot croissants.
“What is the time?” she asked.
“Dix heures, m’mselle,” the maid replied.
“Ten o’clock?” Una exclaimed in consternation. “How can it be? How can I have slept so late?”
“M’mselle was tired,” the maid replied. “It’s ever such a lovely day and very warm.”
“Ten o’clock!” Una repeated a
