CHAPTER XVIII.
UNA.
When Judith opened her eyes, she found herself in a strange room, but as she looked about her she saw Aunt Dionysia with her hands behind her back looking out of the window.
“Oh, aunt! Where am I!”
Miss Trevisa turned.
“So you have come round at last, or pleased to pretend to come round. It is hard to tell whether or not dissimulation was here.”
“Dissimulation, aunt?”
“There’s no saying. Young folks are not what they were in my day. They have neither the straightforwardness nor the consideration for their elders and betters.”
“But—where am I?”
“At the Glaze; not where I put you, but where you have put yourself.”