CHAPTER XXIIAngelica slept late, as the young may when emotion has tired the mind. She waked to the sound of horse-hooves on the gravel below. Memory came back with the sight of Venetia, who had waked earlier, and dressed with care, in other clothes than those she had worn in the night. She had opened the jalousies wide to the morning sun. She looked out at the sound.
“There is Hassan here,” she said. “You should rise, unless you will that he see you thus. He will be here for you more than for me, as I hope.”
So she did, being still unsure of whether he would approve of what she had done.
Angelica rose in some haste. She saw herself to be ruffled and soiled, which no woman would choose to show, though she may walk in a man’s dress.
Venetia said: “There is water here, if you will.” Ther
