But not he; he stalked in, sulking and blustering, tired, ignoring her, doing all the talking himself, and departing for bed as soon as dinner was over.

She felt as if he had repulsed her, though, in fact, her overtures were wholly internal and could not, by any chance, have impressed him.

Bitter against him and dreading the open humiliation she would have to endure before she could make one so self-absorbed see what she was about, she put out her light early, with intent to rise when he did and be at breakfast before he could finish.

She lay awake until nearly dawn, then fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke it was noon; she felt so greatly refreshed that her high good humor would not suffer her to be deeply resentful against him for this second failure.