She stepped through grass still faintly dewy, into the soothing privacy of the deep gardens. Grand flora of brilliant hues rose up around her in the golden morning light, many growths shoulder-high or more. Yet as Katherine meandered abstractedly through the winding paths, she could not keep her nervous eyes on the beauty around her. Try as she might, her mind kept returning to the terrible events of her bath. She could not analyze her own role in the shocking scene, let alone the motivation of the two shameful chambermaids.
How could she have allowed it? Her face burning with bitter remorse, Katherine asked herself the question again and again. How could she have allowed someone to do those awful things to her? Were they lesbians? she wondered disgustedly. Despite the harmless little fan
