He must be asleep, and he would not wake easily.

Her heart began to burn to be indoors.

She clung to the door-handle.

Now it was cold; she would take a chill, and in her present condition! Putting her apron over her head and her arms, she hurried again to the side garden, to the window of the kitchen.

Leaning on the sill, she could just see, under the blind, her husband's arms spread out on the table, and his black head on the board.