Chapter SixOlivia awoke because Bessie came into her room carrying a tray.
She laid it down by the bed and pulled back the curtains.
“You have brought my breakfast up,” Olivia said sleepily. “It’s very kind of you.”
“As it ’appens, it’s your lunch!” Bessie replied.
“My luncheon?” Olivia exclaimed.
“It’s after ’alf-past-twelve, Miss Olivia, and you’ve been sleepin’ like the dead!”
Olivia pushed her hair back from her eyes and said,
“I have never done such a thing before!”
“You’ve never been so late,” Bessie agreed. “Nearly four o’clock in the mornin’, afore you gets to bed, Mr. Tony tells me. I’ve never ’eard such goin’s on!”
She was however smiling.
Olivia knew she was in reality pleased that they had enjoyed themselves.
“Where is everybody?” Olivia asked.
She took the cover of
