And then, with a strange little cry that was like the soft note of a bird, she turned from him and disappeared into the darkness of her room.
A great deal of that night's storm passed over his head unheard after that.

It was late when he went to bed.

He crowded Bram's long box-stove with wood before he extinguished the last candle.
And for an hour after that he lay awake, thinking of Celie and of the great happiness that had come into his life all in one day.

During that hour he made the plans of a lifetime.

Then he, too, fell into sleep--a restless, uneasy slumber filled with many visions.