"You are going?" she said.
"Yes," he replied. "It is very late, and it would be useless to say any more."
"You have not shaken hands with me," she said when he was half way to the door. The words forced themselves from her. Her power of endurance failed her at the last moment, as it had done before and would do again.
He came back to her.
"You will never hold out your hand to me when I shall not be ready to take it, Bertha," he said. "You know that."
She did not speak.
"You are chilled," he said. "Your hand is quite cold."
"Yes," she replied. "I shall lie down on the sofa by the fire a little while before going upstairs."
Without saying anything he left her, drew the sofa nearer to the hearth and arranged the cushions.
"I would advise you not to fall asleep," he said when this was done.