_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.