He started into the bedroom in silence, but paused hesitant in the doorway and looked at her. "What are you reading, Maggie?"
"The Scarlet Stain."
He held his eyes upon her a moment longer, and then with a sigh went into the bedroom and lit the gas. The instant he was gone from the doorway Maggie took her eyes from the story and listened irresolutely. All day her brain had burnt with angry thoughts, and all day she had been waiting the chance to speak. But her obstinate pride now strove to keep her tongue silent.
"Tom!" she called out, at length.
He appeared in the doorway. "Yes."
"What are you going to do?"
He was silent for a space. "I don't just know yet."
"I know," she said in a voice she tried to keep cold and steady. "There's only one thing for you to do. That's to get on the square with Foley."
Their eyes met. Hers were cold, hard, rebellious.
"I'll think it over," he said quietly; and went back into the bedroom.