"Then, you see, she can't be fretting after them, eh? It has always been a comfort to me to think that your mother was so simple and open that I knew every little grievance she had. She never would conceal anything seriously affecting her health from me: would she, eh, Margaret? I am quite sure she would not. So don't let me hear of these foolish morbid ideas. Come, give me a kiss, and run off to bed."
But she heard him pacing about (racooning, as she and Edith used to call it) long after her slow and languid undressing was finished--long after as she began to listen as she lay in bed.
'Then, you see, she can't be fretting after it, eh? Your mother would never conceal anything seriously affecting her health from me: would she, Margaret? So don't let me hear these foolish morbid ideas. Come, give me a kiss, and run off to bed.'
But as she lay in bed, she heard him pacing about long afterwards.