The Duke leaves the room, and I get back in bed. I sleep for an hour more, but then I'm again at the starting point: boring myself to desperation.
Knowing that this will be over soon doesn't help me pass the time, unfortunately. I even explored the Duke's bedroom, since he's not around. I haven't found anything compromising. It's empty and impersonal as if it was a guest room rather than the Duke's.
The Duke's clothes are all in the left half of the wardrobe, while the left has a few comfortable gowns for me. If Patricia didn't stop me, I wouldn't have had doubts about this. The first time I bather in here, the Duke told me to get myself clothes from here, and he didn't move them away after that. I didn't dare to touch his things ever again, but maybe he won't be annoyed if I do. In the end, he never once told me not to touch anything.
I wear one of the gowns, just to avoid staying in a nightgown till late.
