Milicent has just looked in to ask me how I was.

I told her I was better, but to excuse my appearance admitted I had had a restless night.

I wish this day were over! I shudder at the thoughts of going down to breakfast.

How shall I encounter them all?
Yet let me remember it is not I that am guilty: I have no cause to fear; and if they scorn me as a victim of their guilt, I can pity their folly and despise their scorn..