After an hour or so she awakened.

Light was streaming through the open connecting door.
She ran to it, looked in.

Susan's clothes were in a heap beside the bed.

Susan herself, with the pillows propping her, was staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.

It was impossible for Ruth to realize any part of the effect upon her cousin of a thing she herself had known for years and had taken always as a matter of course; she simply felt mildly sorry for unfortunate Susan.
"Susie, dear," she said gently, "do you want me to turn out the light ?" "Yes," said Susan.
Ruth switched off the light and went back to bed, better content.