"And I've told you how it comes on me."
"Go to sleep, Jim."
"I can't. Thoughts come crowding like black imps. If you'll forgive me——"
"Oh yes, I'll forgive; how many times does the Bible say? Let me put my arm round you. There." In the dark room the pillars at the foot of the uncurtained four-poster bed seemed to watch and listen.
"Did that chap know where I'd gone?"
"I didn't tell him, but he may have guessed. Very likely, I should think."
"Couldn't you have——"
"No, I couldn't, Jim. If you're going to be proud you must have reason for it. You can tell your own lies, or act a truth you're not ashamed of."
He flung himself out of reach of her arm. "Oh, why can I not have peace? Preaching at me when my nerves are in this state!"
"Did you go to Janet's?"