When she was ready she opened her door to go across to see if
Rose, who had been put the night before by a sleepy maidservant into a
cell opposite, were awake. She would say good-morning to her, and then
she would run down and stay with that cypress tree till breakfast was
ready, and after breakfast she wouldn't so much as look out of a window
till she had helped Rose get everything ready for Lady Caroline and
Mrs. Fisher. There was much to be done that day, settling in,
arranging the rooms; she mustn't leave Rose to do it alone. They would
make it all so lovely for the two to come, have such an entrancing
vision ready for them of little cells bright with flowers. She
remembered she had wanted Lady Caroline not to come; fancy wanting to
shut some one out of heaven because she thought she would be shy of
her! And as though it mattered if she were, and as though she would be
anything so self-conscious as shy. Besides, what a reason. She could
not accuse herself of goodness over that. And she remembered she had
wanted not to have Mrs. Fisher either, because she had seemed lofty.
How funny of her. So funny to worry about such little things, making
them important.
The bedrooms and two of the sitting-rooms at San Salvatore were
on the top floor, and opened into a roomy hall with a wide glass window
at the north end.
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