Aaron turned over to sleep, rather resenting the sound of so many words.

What difference did it make, anyhow?
In the morning, however, when he saw the other man's pale, closed, rather haughty face, he realised that something _had_ happened.
Lilly was courteous and even affable: but with a curious cold space between him and Aaron.

Breakfast passed, and Aaron knew that he must leave.

There was something in Lilly's bearing which just showed him the door.

In some surprise and confusion, and in some anger, not unmingled with humorous irony, he put his things in his bag.