Neisa opened her eyes and for a moment she stared at the Marquis.
Then she murmured,
“I was dreaming – about you.”
“I am very flattered, but you must now go back to your own bedroom.”
For a moment Neisa did not seem to understand.
“Oh, of course! What time is it?”
“It’s nearly a quarter to seven and it is important no one should know you have slept here.”
“No, of course – not.”
Neisa sat up in bed.
The Marquis saw that her dressing gown was lying on a chair, so he walked over to the window with his back to her.
She jumped out of bed and quickly put on her blue dressing gown with its elegant lace trimming.
Her slippers were beside the chair and she slipped her feet into them.
She tidied the bed, turning the pillow over so that it did not appear that anyone had slept there.
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