And as he walked home with his daughter, he kept glancing at her face, which for all its look of quiet had so much tensity beneath.

She had packed her life so full of school.

What if she wanted to give up their home?
"She'll try, of course, she'll try her best--but she'll find it too much of an added strain." And again he felt that sickening dread.

Deborah said nothing.

He felt as though they had drifted apart.
And at night in his bed, as Roger stared up at the beetling cliff of apartment windows just outside, drearily he asked himself how it would feel to live like that..