In the morning she was not beside him.

Strange to say, this passed without comment.
Night approaching, and a slightly more conversational feeling prevailing, Carrie said: "I think I'll sleep alone to-night.

I have a headache." "All right," said Hurstwood.
The third night she went to her front bed without apologies.
This was a grim blow to Hurstwood, but he never mentioned it.
"All right," he said to himself, with an irrepressible frown, "let her sleep alone.".