Monday noon
She wanted to rush off to Asia somewhere , and bury herself alive , but pride kept her at home . As soon as she was able to move and think coherently , she sought her few friends again . Even her dearest , Vina Nettleton , had realized but a tithe of the tragedy . * * * * * Beth Truba reached her studio again Monday noon . Among the letters in her post-box , was one she felt instinctively to be from Andrew Bedient , though it was post-marked Albany . She hesitated to open the letter at first , for fear that he had attempted to explain his presence in Mrs. Wordling 's room . This would affix him eternally to commonness in her mind .