“Father’s asleep,” he said.
“I’m glad of that,” she answered.
“I think he’ll be none the worse in the morning.”
“I hope not. Dr. Pierson seemed reassured.”
There was a pause; in spite of his bedroom slippers, his feet were cold.
“Harriet.”
“Yes, George.”
“I only wanted to say—well, I don’t know—only that—I’m sorry if this—this business of Katherine’s—has been a great blow to you.”
Her mind returned to that day, now so long ago, when, after her visit to the Stores, she had gone to his study. Their position now was reversed. But she was tired; she did not care. George did not exist for her.
“It has surprised me, of course,” she answered, in her even, level voice. “I thought Katherine cared more for us all than she has shown that she does. I certainly thought so. Perhaps my pride is hurt.”