Chapter SixAtayla was fast asleep when she was awakened by the sound of the door opening and she thought to her surprise that it must be time for her to be called.
Then she heard Jeannie’s voice saying,
“Sorry to disturb you, miss!”
She opened her eyes to see Jeannie standing just inside the door with a candle in her hand, fully dressed but rather untidily, with her white cap crooked on her head.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“I came to ask, miss, if I could borrow your bandages,” Jeannie replied.
It struck Atayla that something might have happened to Felicity and she sat up quickly.
“What is it? Who has been hurt?”
“It be the Marchioness, miss. She’s cut ’er ’and and, as I knew you ’ad some bandages, I thought it’d be quicker to come to you than to wake Mrs. Briercliffe.”
“Yes,
