She did not look at him.
When she had finally arranged everything to suit her taste she turned her back and walked to the door of the dining-room.
"There is your supper," she said quietly.

"I have fixed up your room for you--the room you occupied before you left home.

I am going to leave the light burning in the dining-room--you might want to read your letter again.

Blow the light out when you go to bed.

Good night." He grumbled an incoherent reply, turning his back to her.