"Well, I thought something new was the matter. Get into bed."
"I will. I was just sitting here thinking."
"Don't do it. It's bad for you. You'll bust a blood vessel."
Lillian got Hubert's pajamas and her own nightgown out of the closet. "Good night," she said. "Get some sleep."
Hubert had condescended to awaken. He was prowling around the living-room with his tie off and his shirt open and draping gracefully over the top of his trousers.
"Yep, good kids, Louise and Billy," he said as though he were thus pleasantly terminating a lengthy conversation concerning them.
Lillian flung his pajamas at him. "Surround yourself with these," she said.
"I don't feel like going to bed. I'm wide awake."
The look which Lillian gave him needed no accompanying words. She undressed silently and got into bed. Hubert did likewise and he was asleep in a minute's time.
Lillian tossed restlessly on the small cretonne pillow for nearly an hour but at last felt sleep drawing near. She closed her eyes and lay waiting to drop into a doze. She heard her bedroom door open and the pit-pat of Anna's slippers in the hall. She was not disturbed till she heard the clinking of bottles being moved about on the glass shelves of the medicine chest. Good God, there was iodine there and lysol and a liniment that was probably poison. Would Anna be such a fool?
