I forget all about the night that followed. I also forget the next day. I think I stayed in my room most of the time, but the day following I went down to the drawing-room. London was already emptying fast. Jim had not come back. I sat in the drawing-room wondering what was going to happen, feeling that something must happen soon--a great catastrophe--a great shattering of that castle in the air which I had built so proudly a few months ago. While I was sitting there Jasmine bustled in.