Chapter Seven“I have escaped!”
Delysia awoke and found the words on her lips.
Then with a little sigh she felt how tired she was and there was nothing interesting to wake up to or to do.
She was surprised at finding herself so listless and she felt almost as if she had ridden in the Grand National and lost the race or had climbed to the top of the Himalayas and, having reached it, was disappointed.
‘I am being ridiculous,’ she told herself.
Then she sat up in bed and pulled the bell.
After some time had elapsed the housemaid came in to say,
“I expects you wants your breakfast, miss.”
“That would be very nice,” Delysia agreed.
“Mrs. Rogers is cookin’ it and it’ll be brought up as soon as it’s ready.”
The maid pulled back the curtains and, as the warm sunshine came streaming in, De
