Marriage was a startling affair. Who could have foretold this finish to the evening? Nothing had occurred ... nothing ... and yet everything. His plans were all awry. He could see naught but trouble.
She was away some time. When she returned, he was in bed, with his face averted. He heard her moving about.
"Will she, or won't she, come and kiss me?" he thought.
She came and kissed him, but it was a meaningless kiss.
"Good-night," she said, aloofly.
"'Night."
She slept. But he could not sleep. He kept thinking the same thought: "She's no right whatever.... I must say I never bargained for this...." etc.
CHAPTER VII
THE TRUCE
I