Sunday:
I slept last night soundly for some strange reason, and woke quite late on Sunday morning.
One frequently has some sense of depression or some sense of exhaltation before one is quite conscious, and quite often cannot account for either state. Presumably Alathea had left me full of contemptuous indifference, but I awoke with a feeling of joy and satisfaction, which gradually changed to flatness, when I became fully aware of things.
For indeed what reason had I for great rejoicing? None, except that the menace of the Suzette bogie may be lifted.
I rang for Burton. It was nine o'clock.
"Has Her Ladyship breakfasted yet, Burton?"
"Her Ladyship breakfasted at eight, and left the house at half-past, Sir Nicholas."
My heart sank. So I was going to have a lonely morning. She had sa
