Chapter One
blues and with a morning-after
could not account for. It was as
depression had seeped into her
She rose and slipped on a filmy negligee， then sat down
before her dressing-table mirror to tidy her hair， though
there was nobody there to see her. She had lived for years
with only her cat for a companion.
As she went to the kitchen to make herself some tea the
feelin: g was still with her. It was reminiscent of the
afterr~ath of a bereavement--tinged with loss. When she
had 1o~ her paternal grandparents and then her father，
one after the other， she had for months afterward been
dogged by this mourning mood.
But there was nothing to mourn now. On the contrary，
she had every reason to rejoice. She was the toast of the
London theater， wasn t she? And she savored her success all
new play had opened to rave reviews. She had long since
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