Shall we go home, cousin Tom ?" she asked.
Her eyes shone with inward excitement and she carried her head proudly, but her face was white.

And he, sensible that she had suddenly hardened towards him and strove, he could not divine why, to keep him at arm's length, turned perversely teasing again.

He would not await a more convenient season.

Here and now he would satisfy his curiosity--and at her expense--regarding one at least of the queer riddles Deadham Hard had sprung on him.
"I did not know your father suffered from sleeplessness," he said.

"It must be horribly trying and depressing.