She could not understand his expression.
"Won't you go home to them ?" she said, hysterical.
"Not tonight," he replied quietly, again smiling.
"You're wrong!" she cried.

"You're wrong!" And so she hurried out of the room in tears.
"Er--what bed do you propose to put him in ?" asked Robert rather officer-like.
"Don't propose at all, my lad," replied Jim, ironically--he did not like Robert.

Then to the stranger he said: "You'll be all right on the couch in my room ?--it's a good couch, big enough, plenty of rugs--" His voice was easy and intimate.
Aaron looked at him, and nodded.
They had another drink each, and at last the two set off, rather stumbling, upstairs.

Aaron carried his bowler hat with him.
Robert remained pacing in the drawing-room for some time.

Then he went out, to return in a little while.