“I hope you don’t,” he replied. “But anyhow, you go to bed an’ I’ll sleep down here.”

She looked at him. He was pale, his brows were sullen, he was as distant in recoil as the cold pole. Men were all alike.

“I can’t go home till morning,” she said.

“No! Go to bed. It’s a quarter to one.”

“I certainly won’t,” she said.

He went across and picked up his boots.

“Then I’ll go out!” he said.

He began to put on his boots. She stared at him.

“Wait!” she faltered. “Wait! What’s come between us?”