With an air which would fain have seemed innocent, but did not, she told him, that since he could not work, they must think of retrenching.
"Very well," he answered.
First of all they had to content themselves with one room. This meant that all possibility of being his own master, of withdrawing himself, and of collecting himself was precluded. For the future he would be confined with his tormentress in the same cage, have no more power over his own thoughts and inclinations, and above all, not be' able to work at the "Last Judgment."
"You know you cannot work!" she remarked.
When midday came, a plate with some cold bacon and bread was set before him.
"You don't like soup," she said; "and hot food isn't nice in this heat."
Then she sat down to watch him.
"Won't you eat?" he asked.
"No, I am not hungry," she answered, and continued to watch him.
Then he stood up, took his hat, and prepared to go out.