"What time is it?"
"Three."
"Come back to bed, then; you got the nightmare."
"No, no!"
"You ain't well, Hattie? Let me light up."
"No, no; only, I got to tell you something! I 'ain't been to bed; I been waiting up, and—"
"And what?"
"She just came home—engaged!"
"My God! Effie?"
He blinked in the darkness, drawing up his knees to a hump under the sheet.