Chapter Twenty Three
When her eyes opened again it was well past ten o’clock. No doubt Cassy had told the others of last night’s distress and had made sure the overtired Mistress was not disturbed. Lucy rose and made a quick toilet then dressed for the day and its chores. They did not bother her so much anymore. Idle time was something she’d learned to fear for it only gave her mind the chance to wander and fear. The dream had proven that. She would work herself into exhaustion today if she must to prevent a recurrence.
As she rose from tying her shoes, Lucy glanced over at the window. Beau’s writing desk was where it always sat. The inkpot was corked tight and the pens were wiped clean, except for one. It had to be a trick of the light for she had not used his things at all. The dark s
