He looked down at the face on his breast, and saw that for the moment all was well without his troubling. Val had cried herself to sleep.
Instead of being glad, he was conscious of an absurd irritation. She could sleep, then!
Covertly he watched her the next morning, thinking with surprise:
"Yes, even in the broad daylight and away from the haunted long room, I'm of last night's opinion still. It doesn't matter about me—for her sake I must go on."
"Come and sit on the terrace," he said, when she was leaving the breakfast-room.
"Oh, dearest, not now."
"Why not?"
"I—I'm a house-keeper, you know. I have many things to do in the morning."
"I give you ten minutes by my watch to order dinner."