On a dais there was a bed, draped with curtains which fell from a high carved corona of flying angels and beneath them on the bedhead was an enormous Coat of Arms emblazoned with colour.
Below it Mr. Dunblane looked very strange and unreal enveloped in his bandages
“Where have you been?” he asked sharply. “No one has come to see me, although I suppose that you and Chambers were enjoying yourselves in the sunshine.”
“I have been looking at the view and exploring the garden and found your swimming pool,” Susanna said. “It is all like a Fairy story.”
“If you are envisaging yourself as the Princess in it, I must point out,” Mr. Dunblane said, “that the Prince is being somewhat neglected.”
“I am sorry,” Susanna said, “but as it is still very early, I thought that you would be asleep.”
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