"Well, since then it's been a bad time for me. But that happiness has never failed me—never."
"And it never shall," she said.
As she spoke she looked up again at Isaacson, and he read a cool menace in her eyes. Those eyes repeated what her voice had told him on the other side of that door. They said: "My enemy can never find a friend in my husband." But now that Isaacson saw these two people together, he realized the truth of their relations as words could never have made him realize them.
There was a little silence, broken only by the tiny whisper of the faskeeyeh. Then Mrs. Armine said gently:
"Now, Nigel, you've had your surprise, and you ought to sleep. Doctor Isaacson's coming back to-morrow to have a consultation with Doctor Hartley at four o'clock."
She spoke as if the whole matter were already arranged.
"Sleep! You know I can't sleep. I never can sleep now."
"Is the insomnia very bad?" asked Isaacson, quietly.
"I never can sleep scarcely. The nights are so awful."
"Yes, Nigel, dearest. But to-night I think you will sleep."