3720. They were in the country at their estate, as you know, and every night an occasion was found for parties and gatherings with either the neighbors, or visits of friends or family from the city. The bustle kept her from remembering what was wrong.
3721. She was almost able to push it out of her mind. In the morning she would wake up refreshed and rested, but before she was up she would feel an anxiety with no apparent cause, and then, before she finished combing her hair, she would be fighting with herself to act in a normal way.
3722. Finally, after three days of torment, her husband entered her room and found her in tears, with her face pressed into one of Alexis’ jackets; her favorite, crimson with a dark blue stripe.