He was just able to make out the bold stripes of shadow on the nearest column beyond the window. As he watched, they moved the least little bit. Turning his head against the pillow he reached for his spectacles. Was it a creature making the tree move? The shadowy branches sprang bouncing together and he laughed aloud. Her eyes still shut, Carrie murmured, ‘That’s the way to wake up, you laughing beside me.’
But he was already out of bed, hoisting at his pyjamas. Carrie still hadn’t completed the supervision of the unpacking. ‘Not in the wardrobe,’ she advised as he flung open doors. ‘You’ll find what you need for today laid out in the dressing room.’ The bedroom door closing behind him, in a moment through the wood came the sound of splashing.
She held her breath. Would he sing?
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