He hardly noticed her, but said it was time to go home.

All the way back, and after they had reached their lodgings, he kept the same moody silence, and she, frightened at some unheard-of calamity, forbore to question him.

But when she was going to bed she could withhold her anxiety no longer, and said to him: "Oh, George, you have got some bad news; let me share it with you.

If it is anything about my father, I implore you to tell me.

How is it I have got no answer to the letter I wrote a month ago ?" He answered her savagely: "I don't know anything about your father, and I don't care.