Then it dawned on her. She was in an inn in Strabane, on her way to Dublin, and she was meant to be ready to meet Dr. Woulfe by eleven. "Riona, it’s Lucien. Are you all right?" he asked worriedly though the portal. "Fine, fine, I just overslept, that’s all," she called from the bed apologetically. "Come along, sleepyhead." Lucien smiled as he walked in with a servant pushing a trolley. "I told you, breakfast at ten, then we leave at eleven." Suddenly Lucien noticed Riona’s bare shoulders, and the fact that she was cowering under the sheet with her hair tumbled in every direction. "Oh, I'm s-s-sorry, f-f-forgive me for intruding," Lucien stammered as he began to back out of the room. "No, no, if you'll just wait outside in the hall for a moment, I'll put on my robe again and join you," Riona said, seeing that the manservant had brought enough breakfast for two on the trolley. As soon as the door had closed, she grabbed the gown at the foot of the bed and shrugged into it.
