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THE next morning Lady Fitz-Tootle awoke with a splitting headache and there was a drumming in her ears that was insistently reminiscent of the popping of champagne corks. She dragged herself painfully to the mirror and was not surprised that her eyes looked tired and heavy and her face distraught and pale. She felt very sorry for herself and got back into bed. The maid came in with the early morning cup of tea.
"Take it away," exclaimed her ladyship petulantly, "and go and ring up Dr. Hoop-Brown. Tell him I'm not well, and ask him to come round at once. Bring me the morning paper, please. I'm not going to get up."