Sir John Vanbrugh Hannah lay in bed awake and listened to the early-morning silence of Hadley Hall. She had been so sure that sleep would come immediately that she had eagerly fallen in with the marquis’s suggestion that she and Yvonne should retire to bed, after Yvonne had written that letter to her father. Yvonne herself had handed it to a servant, concealing the address from the marquis as she did so, which Hannah now restlessly thought was rather silly, considering that the marquis had only to ask the servant when he returned what it was. During her years as a servant Hannah had been used to rising very early in the morning and it was a habit she could not break. She secretly felt her inability to sleep late was a common trait and had been sure that her new status of gentlewoman would soon permeate her whole body. But she was wide awake with her thoughts. Yvonne had said she would probably keep to her room all day, but Hannah had no intention of letting her do so.
