It was but one proof more of his supreme indifference.

He had not even cared to speak to her, and if she had not constantly spoken to him throughout the hours they had passed together he would perhaps have been sleeping long before now.
And yet she feared to wake him and was almost glad that he was unconscious.

In the solitude she could gaze on him to her heart's desire, she could let her eyes look their fill, and no one could say her nay.

He must be very tired, she thought, and she vaguely wondered why she felt no bodily weariness, when her soul was so heavy.
She sat still and watched him.

It might be the last time, she thought, for who could tell what would happen to-morrow?
She shuddered as she thought of it all.