Only after a long, long time did he roll over on his back and then it was merely to stare fixedly at the ceiling.
It is entirely possible that he would have lain there until Doomsday had not his introspection been, around noon, interrupted by an apologetic tap on the door.
"Come in," he whispered, hoping she would not hear him and go away.
But she heard him.
"Husband," Wanda said simply. She closed the door behind her and stood staring at him.
"Madam," he said, "I hope you will have the kindness not to refer to me by that indecent appelation a second time."
"Gee. You say the cutest things. I'm awful glad you had to marry me, huh."
The captain stood up, adjusted his coat and his shoulders, and walked across the room to the dressing table. He opened the left-hand drawer, removed a bottle, poured himself half a water-glass full and drank it off.
"Ah," he said.
He returned to the bed and sat down.