The Night-Cellar
XVIII. Strewn across the bed was a
multitude of jumbled garments. It was 1582. Did I not say so, Hilary?’
Melusine’s glance shot across to the newcomer, and found a petite blonde
standing there, very fashionably attired in a velvet mantel over an apple-green
robe, the furred hood framing a face alive with mischief. Sara Darnell was a sprightly, svelte twenty-five year old
who was known for serving detentions at meter maid
frequency, if only to be taken marginally more seriously
by the predominantly male Lincoln High Science
Department. “Now I should like to know,” she said, looking at him with a quiet smile, “what
you are doing here? It is not a particularly inspiring neighbourhood for walking
about by yourself. The
teacher droned on and on about the mournful funerary
love of Romeo and Juliet, a tale she had long since tired
of. As soon as dinner was over she went into the
kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting
any one. He had seldom been more
perturbed.
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