noon
Still , what could she explain ? She had done it . It was water over the dam -- and it is no fault of Audrey 's that she would probably have spelled it `` damn . '' By noon she was fairly abject . She did not analyze her own anxiety , or why the recollection of her escapade , which would a short time before have filled her with a sort of unholy joy , now turned her sick and trembling . Then , in the middle of the afternoon , Clay called her up . She gasped a little when she heard his voice .