expectant look upon his face.
'In fifteen minutes, Hugh-you understand?' Vanessa whispered.
Awed, Hugh gazed at her superb nudity and nodded. The waiting clock on his mantelpiece sent little arrows of sound into the room. If it were true what Miss Markham had told him… but then it must be, because she was undressed as well and he could see half of the fine bush of her Venus
mound, the rest of it tauntingly concealed by the edge of the door. She was holding a long feather in her hand. He wondered why and what it was for.
'Ten', Vanessa repeated and then drew his door to, but did not close it.
The waiting silence from behind Margaret's far door pleased her. It would not last for long, though.
After all, Margaret was going to get such a nice surprise…
