Then she curled up, with her cheek on her hand, her head snugged between her shoulders.

Paul put the long thin plait of grey hair over her shoulder and kissed her.
"You'll sleep, my love," he said.
"Yes," she answered trustfully.

"Good-night." They put out the light, and it was still.
Morel was in bed.

Nurse did not come.

Annie and Paul came to look at her at about eleven.