aid,gettingintobed.
“Itlookslikeit.”
“You’llfinditawfullycold.ButIdaresayyou’llthinkbetterofitinanhour.I’mgoingtoturnthelightout.Good-night!”
Berthadidnotanswer,andinafewminutesshewasangrilylisteningtohissnores.Couldhereallybeasleep?Itwasinfamousthathesleptsocalmly.
“Edward,”shecalled.
Therewasnoanswer,butshecouldnotbringherselftobelievethathewassleeping.Shecouldneverevenclosehereyes.Hemustbepretending—toannoyher.Shewantedtotouchhim,butfearedthathewouldburstoutlaughing.Shefeltindeedhorriblycold,andpiledrugsanddressesoverher.Itrequiredgreatfortitudenottosneakbacktobed.Shewasunhappyandthirsty.Nothingissodisagreeableasthewaterintoilet-bottles,withtheglasstastingoftooth-washbutshegulpedsomedown,thoughitalmostmadehersick,andthenwalkedabouttheroom,turningoverhermanifoldwrongs.Edwardsleptoninsufferably.Shemadeanoisetowakehim,buthedidnotstirsheknockeddownatablewithaclattersufficienttodisturbthedead,butherhusbandwasinsensible.Thenshelookedatthebed,wonderingwhethershedaredliedownforanhour,andtrusttowakingbeforehim.Shewassocoldthatshedeterminedtoriskit,feelingcertainthatshewouldnotsleeplongshewalkedtothebed.
“Comingtobedafterall?”saidEdward,inasleepyvoice.
Shestopped,andherheartrosetohermouth.“Iwascomingformypillow,”sherepliedindignantly,thankingherstarsthathehadnotspokenaminutelater.
Shereturnedtothesofa,andeventuallymakingherselfverycomfortable,fellasleep.Inthisblissfulconditionshecontinuedtillthemorning,andwhensheawokeEdwardwasdrawinguptheblinds.
“Sleptwell?”heasked.
“Ihaven’tsleptawink.”
“Oh,whatacrammer.I’vebeenlookingatyouforthelasthour!”
“I’vehadmyeyesclosedforabouttenminutes,ifthat’swhatyoumean.”
Berthawasquitejustlyannoyedthatherhusbandshouldhavecaughthernappingsoundly—itrobbedherproceedingofhalfitseffect.Moreover,Edwardwasasfreshasabird,whileshefeltoldandhaggard,andhardlydaredlookatherse