“He always began to think about it when he was cross or tired,” she said to herself. “And he has been cross today. Perhaps⁠—perhaps he has been thinking about it all afternoon.”

She stood still, looking down at the carpet and thinking.

“I said I would never go back again⁠—” she hesitated, knitting her brows⁠—“but perhaps, just perhaps, I will go and see⁠—if he wants me⁠—in the morning. Perhaps he’ll try to throw his pillow at me again, but⁠—I think⁠—I’ll go.”