He declined to gratify her curiosity and said a wife ought to trust her husband; to which she responded that he didn't seem to trust her.
"Perhaps you'd rather go back to your father?" he sneered.
"You are unkind; you know I would not, but I think you might be with me more; it's lonely here," she said with tears in her eyes.
He kissed her, talked soothingly, and she was pacified. When alone she wondered what he was about. She thought the proprietor of the hotel and others regarded him with suspicion; it made her uneasy; she began to consider what Abel Head and others had said about him at Little Trent.
Already Zeppelin raids had been made on the coast, also S.E. counties, but Jane paid little heed to them. She looked at the pictures but they gave little information.
Carl came back very late, or rather early in the morning; she had gone to bed in a depressed state. What kept him out until this hour? It was three o'clock when he came into the room. She sat up in bed, the light was burning, and looked at him half frightened.
"I thought you were never coming," she said. "Where have you been?"
He locked the door, then sank into a chair exhausted.
"I'm tired out," he said.
"Where have you been?" she asked again.