"About half an hour." He struck a match.
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"You had a bad night?"
I nodded.
"It was the heat."
"Where's your husband? It's time he was home, isn't it?" He took out his watch.
"He's away."
"Away! Well, he's no right to be away when you are so—feeling the heat. What's he doing?"
"My husband was obliged to go to an aunt of his who was dying," I said with dignity.
"What does she mean by dying now?" he said with asperity.