Cavendon Hall
“It was then that he could be alone with her in her cozy upstairs sitting room, which adjoined her bedroom.
Comfortable in his nightclothes, he would sit in front of the fire, chatting. Sometimes Charles brought a small glass of cognac with him, or a scotch. Her choice was always a glass of cold water flavored with lemon.
Tonight, after the long afternoon in Harrogate, she was glad she could now relax in front of the fire in a comfortable chair, sipping her lemon water. And waiting for Charles. She wasn’t looking forward to spending some time alone with him, but she had no alternative.
She could hear his voice on the other side of the door. He was in his dressing room with Walter Swann, and the two of them were talking about Winston Churchill, the politician. From what she was hearing, they both seemed to favor him, spoke of his brilliance and his aptitude for public speaking.
A moment later, the door opened and Charles walked in, wearing pajamas and a dark blue silk dr...essing gown, and carrying a small balloon of brandy.MoreLess
Comfortable in his nightclothes, he would sit in front of the fire, chatting. Sometimes Charles brought a small glass of cognac with him, or a scotch. Her choice was always a glass of cold water flavored with lemon.
Tonight, after the long afternoon in Harrogate, she was glad she could now relax in front of the fire in a comfortable chair, sipping her lemon water. And waiting for Charles. She wasn’t looking forward to spending some time alone with him, but she had no alternative.
She could hear his voice on the other side of the door. He was in his dressing room with Walter Swann, and the two of them were talking about Winston Churchill, the politician. From what she was hearing, they both seemed to favor him, spoke of his brilliance and his aptitude for public speaking.
A moment later, the door opened and Charles walked in, wearing pajamas and a dark blue silk dr...essing gown, and carrying a small balloon of brandy.MoreLess
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