"Certainly. What did you expect me to do, Eve?"
"Go to bed, of course. The beds in the guest rooms are all made up."
"Your father didn't expect me to do that," he said, smiling.
"I'm not afraid, as long as you're in the house," she said.
She looked up at him again, wistfully. Perhaps he was restless, bored, sitting there beside her half the day, and, already, half the night. Men of that kind — active, nervous young men accustomed to the open, can't stand caging.
"I want you to go out and get some fresh air," she said. "It's a wonderful night. Go and walk a while. And — if you feel like — coming back to me——"
"Will you sleep?"
"No, I'll wait for you."
Her words were natural and direct, but in their simplicity there seemed a delicate sweetness that stirred him.
"I'll come back to you," he said.