"It will be better, I assure you," he replied, "if you do not act with me."
"You have never seemed harsh before—"
"Will you answer me?"
A blush ran over her exquisite whiteness.
"I have to remember," she said, "that perhaps I once gave you the right to ask such things of me. Last night I went to bed just after dinner."
"Exactly when?"
"A little after eight. I have been tired lately. Aunt Paula saw that I went to sleep."
"Is that all?" sharply.
"Why, yes. I slept heavily. The old sleep. The one which leaves me tired."
"You did not get up?"