Page:Sanctuary (Wharton 1903).djvu/129

 then?&quot; she said with a faint tinge of insistence.

&quot;Oh, of course—if you want to—if you only won't talk about it now! Can't you see that I'm pretty nearly dead-beat?&quot; he burst out uncontrollably; and as she stood silent, he added with a weary fall in his voice, &quot;I think I'll go upstairs and see if I can't get a nap before dinner.&quot;

Though they had separated upon the assurance that she should see the two designs if she wished it, Mrs. Peyton knew they would not be shown to her. Dick, indeed, would not again deny her request; but had he not reckoned on the improbability of her renewing it? All night she lay confronted by that question. The situation shaped itself before her with that hallucinating distinctness which belongs to the midnight vision. She knew now why Dick had suddenly reminded her of his father: had she