Carlotta awoke with a piercing headache and a sense of depression.
It took her some time to remember where she was and, when finally she opened her eyes to see the pale-grey walls and the pink hangings of her bedroom, she realised with a feeling of misery that she was alone.
She pressed a hand over her aching eyes, then sat up in her bed and tried to collect her thoughts.
“What shall I do? What shall I do?” she asked herself.
What shall I doShe felt now that she must have been mad the night before.
In her hysterical mood she had said unforgivable things, things that she felt could not be explained away by a light apology or a few smiles.
What was Norman thinking? What had that c****x to his Wedding Day meant to him?
She looked at her clock and was surprised to see that it was half-p
