“Then smile at me. You don't smile any more. You ought to smile; your mouth—”
“I am almost always tired; that's all, Max.”
She eyed him bravely.
“Aren't you going to let me make love to you at all? You get away beyond my reach.”
“I was looking for the paper to read to you.”
A sudden suspicion flamed in his eyes.
“Sidney.”
“Yes, dear.”
“You don't like me to touch you any more. Come here where I can see you.”
The fear of agitating him brought her quickly. For a moment he was appeased.