Supposing she had been away, then?
Away where?
Anywhere.
But she had n't been away, and so there was an end of it. He was n't dealing with what might have been, but what was.
And what was?
He did n't know. He only knew that he would n't wish his worst enemy to be on the rack as he 'd been on it all last night, and this morning. He had n't slept a wink.
Why had n't he slept?
Because he could n't sleep.
But surely that was funny.
It was n't funny at all. It was hell.