CHAPTER X
Husbands and WivesMr. Campion slept later than usual and awoke to find Amanda standing before him, holding a cup of tea.
“Drink this,” she said, adding darkly, “for it may well be the nicest thing of the day!”
They were in the suite which had once belonged to Avril’s only daughter, one of the star designers in the famous old dress house of Papendeik. Much of the original furnishing remained, and Campion sat up now in a gay four-poster, slenderly elegant and hung with demurely patterned gray and white linen. Amanda was elegant herself in a formal housecoat tailored in billiard-table cloth, and she sat down on the end of the bed, grinning at him.
“Did they wake you?”
“Who?” It was particularly good tea, and he marveled afresh at her effortless efficiency. “Nothing woke me but
