It was night. Preston loosened his shirt while passing by the davenport. Seeing Anna he inquired in an exhausted tone, "Where is Madam?"
"She did not leave her room from this morning," Anna replied. Because of a lot of work he did not check on her, true to say he wanted to give her time so she would understand him and things could go back the way it was. At the least, she would talk to him and think of him. "I see. Make dinner ready, we will have dinner together." He held his coat in one hand and ambled upstairs. Coming back home he missed seeing her face, though before she had tried to annoy him but in the last, she would talk to him unlike now. He hated to see her silent. Preston knocked at the door and a rather fragile tone of voice spoke up inside the room, "I am not hungry."