“I think I’ll go to sleep now,” she said, settling further down in the bed. “I was late last night.”
George eased himself in his chair. It wasn’t a bit comfortable now he was trying to make a bed of it.
“I hope you sleep well,” he said. “What time do you want to be called in the morning?”
“Oh, I’ll wake up. I always do,” she returned.
“I say…” George said, after a moment’s silence, “won’t Sydney worry where you are?”
“He doesn’t worry about me. He doesn’t worry about anyone,” Cora said. “He’s a bit touched, if you must know.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” George protested.
“Well, I would.”
“How did he get that scar?” George asked, at last screwing up courage to ask something that had been worrying him for days. “He’s very sensitive about it, isn’t he?”
“He had an accident,” Cora said shortly.