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`` No use wasting time on snide people , '' explained she . `` We do n't want drinks and a gush of loose talk , and I saw at a glance that was all those chappies were good for . '' They returned home at half-past nine without adventure . Toward midnight one of Ida 's regulars called and Susan was free to go to bed . She slept hardly at all . Ever before her mind hovered a nameless , shapeless horror . And when she slept she dreamed of her wedding night , woke herself screaming , `` Please , Mr. Ferguson -- please ! ''