“I want to lie down – I feel ill.”
“Yes, of course,” Dorinda answered. “I am sure that someone will show us the way to the bedrooms.”
The bedrooms were in fact as elegant as she might have expected from first sight of the room downstairs. They were not over-furnished, but very comfortable and Letty’s room was decorated with a Chinese wallpaper of pink flowers and a profusion of exotic birds.
“Look, Letty, more pretty birds,” Dorinda exclaimed.
But by this time Letty was past being appeased by birds or anything else.
“I am – ill. I want to go home – back to England.”
She repeated the words parrot fashion over and over again until Dorinda felt that she could bear it no more.
Finally when Letty was undressed and in the big bed with white mosquito netting draped around its canopy giving
