Then he turned away, muttering savagely under his breath, 'Hypocrite! Liar!' But for a purpose in his thoughts he would not have lain down beside her.

On getting into bed he kept as far away as possible, and all through the wakeful night his limbs shrank from the touch of hers.
He rose an hour earlier than usual.

Monica had long been awake, but she moved so seldom that he could not be sure of this; her face was turned from him.

When he came back to the room after his bath.

Monica propped herself on her elbow and asked why he was moving so early.
'I want to be in the City at nine,' he replied, with a show of cheerfulness.