Chapter 152

• When she awoke for the second time she was alone in his bed. A fire was blazing in the grate, and above the sound of the wind and rain beating against the windowpanes she could hear the shower running and a faint, but tuneful whistling.
• Her thoughts chaotic, she struggled to find some kind of mental stability and not condemn herself too much for what had just happened.
• When she failed miserably on both counts, she bowed to the inevitable and admitted that she had made a complete hash of things.