“We will find something cool to drink at the house,” Sir Montague was saying, “then, if you are not tired of exhibitions, I will show you the orchids in the conservatory. But I think the roses you wore in your hair last night found exactly the right resting place.”
“When we get back, I should like to go to my room and change,” Nerissa said. “It has been hot this afternoon and I shall look forward more than anything else to a cool bath this evening before dinner.”
“I wish I was privileged to see you in it,” Sir Montague remarked.
Nerissa stiffened. She considered what he had just said to her was insulting even though she realised that he was only joking.
Then she told herself that it was her own fault for mentioning a bath in the first place.
“You must tell me about yourself,” Sir Mont
