“ You’ll sleep, my love,” he said.
“ Yes,” she answered trustfully. “Good-night.”
They put out the light, and it was still.
Morel was in bed. Nurse did not come. Annie and Paul came to look at her at about eleven. She seemed to be sleeping as usual after her draught. Her mouth had come a bit open.
“ Shall we sit up?” said Paul.
“ I s’ll lie with her as I always do,” said Annie. “She might wake up.”
“ All right. And call me if you see any difference.”
“ Yes.”
They lingered before the bedroom fire, feeling the night big and black and snowy outside, their two selves alone in the world. At last he went into the next room and went to bed.
He slept almost immediately, but kept waking every now and again. Then he went sound asleep. He started awake at Annie’s whispered, “Paul, Paul
