Chapter 22: The Luck of the Dream-Book

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​⁠It was late, and Monica must have gone to bed, therefore it was impossible to send her a message. Next morning I was up early, and had my coffee and roll on a little table in the patio, in the hope of snatching a word with her. But she came down as closely attended by her mother and the Duchess as if she had been a queen, and they her ladies-in-waiting. I had only a chance to say good-bye, as they