"You had better go to bed." She stumbled swiftly up-stairs, catching at the banisters, and went into her own room.
Her maid was waiting for her by the dressing-table with its shaded electric lights.

And she remembered that she had given a party, and that she had on her diamonds.
It would take a long time to unfasten them.

She pulled at the diamond sun on her breast with a shaking hand.

Her husband had given it to her when her eldest son was born.

Her maid took the tiara gently out of her hair, and cut the threads that sewed the diamonds on her breast and shoulders.