I ask you to go to bed and sleep there this forenoon.

You're half asleep now.

This afternoon we shall face up to our job." His father's voice was quietly authoritative and Barry yielded.
"All right, dad.

I'll do as you say, and this afternoon--well, we'll see." At the noonday meal they were conscious of a mutual restraint.

For the first time in their lives they were not opening to each other their innermost souls.