She looked up at him and yawned.
“And you don’t mind sleeping in the chair?”
He stood very still.
“The chair?”
“Perhaps you’ve got another bed somewhere,” she said, and then, seeing the expression on his face, she sat up abruptly. “Oh, God!” she went on. “Did you think you were going to sleep with me?”
George could only stare at her, dumb, embarrassed misery in his eyes.
She swung her legs off the bed.
“I’m going,” she said. “I was forgetting you don’t know me very well.”
George shook his head.
“No, don’t. It was my fault. Please stay. The chair’s all right.”