All that Pauline could see was her bridegroom backing and backing, then standing there, fixed, and the look on his face. That in itself was enough to frighten her.
She said, “What’s the matter with you, Edward?”
He didn’t move.
“What are you standing there for? Why don’t you come to bed?”
Then Marston seems to have lost his head and blurted it out:
“I can’t. I can’t.”
“Can’t what?” said Pauline from the bed.
“Can’t sleep with you. She won’t let me.”
“She?”
“Rosamund. My wife. She’s there.”