Leave me alone,” she called back in a choked voice.His reply was another imperative demand for her to open the door, issued in a tone that made her wonder fearfully if the lock would hold against force. She did not answer, and presently she heard him going back to his own door. A few seconds later he tapped on the paneling of the communicating door behind her.“Andrea, I must talk to you. Tell me what’s upset you.” His voice was quieter.Forgetting he could not see her, she shook her head and backed away toward the bed.There was a silence for a while and then he said, “Aren’t you being rather unfair? You’ve accused me of being a hypocrite, but you haven’t explained why.”“Oh, go away. Please go away,” she cried desperately. There was another silence until, just as she was beginning to feel physically sick with suspense, he said, “Very well. If that’s the way you want it. Good night.”For about ten minutes—although it seemed like an hour—she remained tense and wary, listening to him moving around the next room until at last the slit of light below the door went out and there were no more sounds.
