"Yes, I agree with you, Henry, there ought to be a consultation." She looked at Henry and he at her, and each saw in the other's face that same ignoble joy, and that same resentment and denial of it.
Neither slept that night.

They were up early the next morning.

Sylvia was getting breakfast and Henry was splitting wood out in the yard.
Presently he came stumbling in.

"Come out here," he said.

Sylvia followed him to the door.