Mrs Lupin and the young lady gazed in silence at the counterpane.
This mark on the counterpane appears to bear out that theory.
The white night-dress was by the bedside, the night-cap was buried in the counterpane.
A disregarded doll lay with inverted head on the counterpane.
She twisted the fringe of the counterpane in her slender, white fingers, and she did not look at ...