about two in the morning before
It is like having a Paris hat put on your head while your feet are bare and bleeding and your stomach is empty . '' She wished she had never begun this miserable game of Diana Vernilands , never tasted the power of rank and place , the joy of jewels and pretty clothes . She wished she had never left England , never seen Vereker Sarle , and , above all , she wished she were dead . It was about two in the morning before she had finished wishing and sobbing . Youth began to assert itself then , and she thought of what a sight would be in the morning , with tangled hair and swollen eyes . Languidly at last she rose . The tulle dress was ruined , but little she recked .