Her nerves were already much quieter than they had been.
That long faint, or lapse into insensibility, had for the time taken the place of sleep.

There would be a price to be paid for it later; but for the present it had served its purpose.

Now and again she was disturbed by one thought; she could not quite remember what had occurred after Harold had left, and just before she became unconscious.

She dared not dwell upon it, however.

It would doubtless all come back to her when she had leisure to think the whole matter over as a connected narrative.
When the gong sounded for lunch she went down, with a calm exterior, to face the dreaded ordeal of another meal.
Luncheon passed off without a hitch.