Dawes drew up his chair to the table without being invited, like a husband.

Then he sat humbly waiting for his cup.

She served him as she would, like a wife, not consulting his wish.
After tea, as it drew near to six o'clock, he went to the window.

All was dark outside.

The sea was roaring.
"It's raining yet," he said.
"Is it ?" she answered.
"You won't go to-night, shall you ?" he said, hesitating.
She did not answer.