He got up from the bed.
"Why, Maggie--I only--only--" He stared from her to the candle and from the candle back to her again.
"Now go," she repeated.

"Quick now." He hung his head.

"Now you're angry--angry with your poor ole uncle--poor ole uncle." He looked at her, his eyes puzzled as though he had never seen her before.
"You're very hard," he said, shaking his head.

He stumbled towards the door--"Very hard," he repeated, and went out, his head still hanging.
She heard him knock his foot against the stairs.

Soon there was silence.
She blew out the candle and went back to bed.