Jill slept until shortly before dinner, which in that household was a comfortable eight o'clock.  She awoke refreshed and feeling alert, so much so that she sniffed the air incoming from the grille over her head and surmised correctly that the doctor had offset the hypnotic she had been given with a stimulant.  While she was asleep someone had removed the dirty and torn street clothes she had been wearing and had left a simple, off-white dinner dress and sandals.  The clothes fit her fairly well; Jill concluded that they must belong to the one the doctor had called Miriam.  She bathed and painted her face and combed her hair and went down to the big living room feeling like a new woman.