‘You have had letters,’ he added, handing a packet each to Pava and Tashka. ‘Some coffee? Some wine?’ he offered, directing them into the sit...ing-room. The big light room looked out over the stables opposite and you could see through the many little panes in the window all the way down the hill to the boats tied up at the dock. There were comfortable armchairs and sofas in cheerful colours pulled up to make companionable groups around the room but they were all empty apart from one armchair. She’d had the foresight to bring water and a bit of food with her. She had, however, neglected to make any arrangements for private functions. That need became overwhelming. Finally, knowing that if she did not find relief she’d soil herself, Constance inched the storeroom door open. She heard women in the kitchen, bustling about. One was scolding the other. ‘—what you think you’re to do, Daisy-me-girl. His Lordship won’t let you stay on with your belly rising.’ ‘I’ll marry Walter, that’s. She sat down, but I took off my T-shirt and jumped right into the water and splashed around. When I came out, she was still sitting there, so asked her to at least take a dip, but she said she’ll swim later.We got up, went back to the cottage and after changing our clothes and having breakfast we headed back to beach, which was now a bit crowded, so we walked around, found an isolated patch and sat down on our mats.I took off my T-shirt and lay down, but Mom apparently wasn’t in a mood to lie. " Take one of the carriage-lamps, Bertuccio," said the count, "and show me the apartments." The steward obeyed in silence, but it was easy to see, from the manner in which the hand that held the light trembled, how much it cost him to obey. They went over a tolerably large ground-floor; a second floor consisted of a salon, a bathroom, and two bedrooms; near one of the bedrooms they came to a winding staircase that led down to the garden."Ah, here is a private staircase," said the count; "that.