It was horrible to think that, as we lay there, she could see me all the time as if it were daylight.
The night wore on. She was quite silent and motionless. I lay listening.
It must have been towards morning when I closed my eyes, not because I was sleepy, but because I was so tired of gazing at blackness.
Soon after I had done this there was a stealthy movement in the bed.
“Margot, are you awake?” I instantly cried out sharply.
The movement immediately ceased. There was no reply.
When the light of dawn stole in at the window she seemed to be sleeping.
Last night I did not close my eyes once. She did not move.
She means to tire me out, and she has the strength to do it. To-night I feel so intensely heavy. Soon I must sleep, and then——