A shadowy white figure lifted the curtain between the two rooms and stood salaaming.
Jan started violently. She was not yet accustomed to the soundless naked feet of the servants whose presence might be betrayed by a rustle, never by a step.
It was Ayah waiting to know if Fay would like to go to bed.
"Shall I go, Jan? Are you tired?"
Jan was, desperately tired, for she had had no sleep the night before, but Fay's voice had in it a little tremor of fear that showed she dreaded the night.
"Send her to bed, poor thing. I'll look after you, brush your hair and tuck you up and all.... Fay, oughtn't you to have somebody in your room? Couldn't my cot be put in there, just to sleep?"
"Oh, Jan, would you? Don't you mind?"
"Shall I help her to move it?" Jan said, getting up.
Fay pulled her down again. "You funny Jan, you can't do that sort of thing here. The servants will do it."
She sat up, gave a rapid, eager order to Ayah, and in a few minutes Jan heard her bed being