No longer did she even pretend to assume indifference.

Bertram had done wrong.

He had been unkind, cruel, thoughtless, inconsiderate of her comfort and happiness.

Furthermore he _did not_ love her as well as she did him or he never, never could have done it! She would let him see, when he came, just how hurt and grieved she was--and how disappointed, too.
Billy was walking the floor now, back and forth, back and forth.
Half-past ten came, then eleven.

As the eleven long strokes reverberated through the silent house Billy drew in her breath and held it suspended.
A new look came to her eyes.