"That comes"; she spoke slowly. "Every night when you look out of the window. That's how it comes, Jasper."
"Look out of the window? Why shouldn't I look out of the window?"
"What is it you see? Over there; in that house; in that one window?"
He looked across the way at the shadow moving to and fro against the window blind.
He started to his feet so suddenly that his chair crashed to the floor behind him. He faced her angrily.
"What under the sun's the matter with you?"
"Nothing."
"Then why can't you leave me alone?"
"I want to know, Jasper."
"You don't know what you want."