“I thought it was something like that,” George said, still curious. “It was pretty recent, wasn’t it?”
Cora didn’t say anything.
After a moment’s hesitation, George went on, “How did it happen?”
“He’s got enemies,” Cora said.
George looked up, startled. “Enemies?” he repeated blankly.
“Look here, I want to go to sleep,” Cora said sharply. “I wish you’d turn out the light.”
George got up from his chair and crossed the room to the light switch. He paused as he passed her bed. “Comfortable?” he asked, thinking how lovely she looked.
“Yes. Now please put out the light.”
George sighed. How much nicer it would have been if she wasn’t quite so matter of fact. It was as if she was used to sleeping in strange men’s rooms. George didn’t want to go to sleep. It was all too exciting. He wanted to sit on her bed and watch her, even if she didn’t wish to talk.
But he put out the light and groped his way back to his chair.