“Why don't you, then?”
“Because I wanted first to see you resting for the night.”
“I don't know that I'll go to bed. I think I'll sleep in this chair.”
“Very well, then, I shall go into Clarence's room and sleep there! It would keep me awake to know that you were sitting up.”
“Do as you please.”
“Can it be possible, William, that you refuse to go to bed because you are too angry with me to have me lie by your side?”
He said nothing, but looked very pale. She waited; he never said a word.
“Very well, William, I am dismissed I suppose. If you are sick or require anything, knock at Clarence's door. I shall be there. Good night.”
“Good night.”
She went quietly into Clarence's room and lit a lamp. She went to a hall closet and took a soft merino wrapper, came back, locked her door, undressed herself, put the wrapper on, and sat by the window to think.