Chapter FourAnthea was awoken by Nanny pulling back the curtains in her bedroom.
“It’s ten o’clock, dear,” she said, “and I think you should get up or you’ll be late for Church.”
“Ten o’clock!” Anthea exclaimed. “How can it be so late?”
She sat up in bed, thinking as she did so that she had been dreaming a wonderful dream in which everything had seemed beautiful and happy.
Now she remembered what had happened last night and with a little tremor in her voice she asked,
“Is everything – all right? What has – happened at the – Big House?”
“What should happen?” Nanny asked tartly. “Except that those houris from London are sleepin’ a great deal later than you are.”
Anthea did not reply.
She only said after a moment,
“And Harry is all right?”
“He slept like a log all night, accordin’ t
