Anne’s trained, supple mind went over the house carefully, but there was nothing wrong with it; malleable things had never failed her. Her uneasiness couldn’t discover so much as the Princess’s pea under nine mattresses. The blue and green chintzes kept their look of mysterious, perpetual spring. The high delphiniums in opalescent vases reared azure spires in unfaded splendour. The well-swept, blue carpet showed no specks of dust; and Anne knew that all the unseen rooms above and below her were in the same, fresh, clean, ordered state. Nobody in London had better or more permanent maids. Anne was always serene with her servants, definite and firm. She expressed her wishes without harshness …
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