"How is it you are not in bed?" he asked, scowling.
She did not speak for an instant.
He started up to look at her.
"Perhaps that villain is sneaking about the house, and you wish to warn him?"
"Your jealousy really drives you mad."
"Well, then, will you speak? Why are you not yet in bed?"
"I—I don't feel exactly well."
"Why, what's the matter?"
"The kick you gave me," she retorted, falteringly.
"Why, I hardly touched you! well, you are getting mighty delicate; you ought to have had the kick I gave that sailor lad, then you would have known the strength of my foot!"