After their tour the two women ate supper together in Ariana’s bedroom. They then played cards until Ariana said that she wished to retire.
Lulé, exactly like a well-trained lady’s maid, helped her to undress and then retreated to the little ante-chamber where she was to sleep.
*
Ariana was woken roughly by someone shaking her shoulder.
She started up with a cry thinking that it was the Prince, but it was Lulé, a shawl in one hand and a lighted candle in the other.
“Come,” Lulé whispered and moved to the door.
Barely awake Ariana obeyed as if in a dream and found herself led down the stairs to the hall.
Lulé stealthily drew back the bolts of the front door and opened it. Only when she felt the fresh night breeze on her face did Ariana fully wake up.
“W-where are we going?” she aske
