She shrugged her shoulders.
"As far as I know he hardly ever comes to bed at all."
"Quita, you are exaggerating!"
"I only mean, it's no use asking me for accurate information."
"But do you know that insomnia's a serious thing—especially for him?"
"Yes. I made a fuss when he first began working late. It's bad for him and a nuisance for me. But I have given that up now. He's as obstinate as I am about going his own way. It's almost the only quality we share in common."
"Don't you feel it might be worth trying again?"
"Possibly. If you think I ought."
Desmond's eyes twinkled at the implied compliment.
"I do think it."