He gasped, gurgled, gave a snort, and sat up.
"What--which----" he ejaculated.

Then he saw her near the door.
"Hello--whar ye goin' ?" "I thought I'd undress," she lied, calmly and smoothly.
"Oh--that's right." And he lay down.
She stood in the darkness, making now and then a faint sound suggestive of undressing.

The snoring began again--soft, then deep, then the steady, uproarious intake with the fierce whistling exhalation.

She went into the sitting-room, felt round in the darkness, swift and noiseless.

On the sofa she found her bundle, tore it open.