They took a cab to drive back in, and he almost carried her up to their bedroom. It was on the same floor as the other room, with the same marvelous bird's-eye view of the starlit sky and the lamplit town. He had got her to himself at last--here, high above the world, half-way to heaven. There seemed to him something poetical, almost sublime in their situation: they two alone, isolated, millions of people surrounding them and no living creature able to interfere with them. As he knew, they were the only lodgers on this top floor; and so one need not even trouble to avoid making a noise. He gave full voice to his exultation. "There, old lady." He had opened the window as wide as it would go, and he told her to look out. "The air--what there is of it--will do you good." "Oh, I couldn't," and she recoiled. "Giddy?" "_Giddy_ isn't the word. Oh, Will, why did you let me drink that stuff--after drinking the wine?" "I thought you'd got a better head-piece. Look at _me_. I could 'a' stood two or three more goes at it, and bin none the worse." And he chaffed her merrily. "Here's a tale--if it ever leaks out Rodchurch way. Have you heard how Mrs. Dale behaved up in London? Went to the theater, and drunk more'n was good for her. Came out fair squiffy--so's poor Mr. Dale, he felt quite disgraced." She was not intoxicated in an ugly way; her speech, her movements were unaffected, and yet the alcohol was troubling her brain. She looked like a child who has been overexercised at a children's party, and who comes home with eyebrows raised, eyes glowing and yet dull, and cheeks very pale. "Oh, dear, I _am_ tired," and she sat down on a chair by the chest of drawers, and slowly took off her hat. But she got up again and pushed Dale away, when he offered to help her in undressing. "No, certainly not. What are you thinking of?" and she began to hum one of the pretty airs they had heard at the theater. "But, my word, Will," and she stopped humming, and laughed foolishly, "I shan't be sorry to get out of my things. It _is_ hot. This is the hottest night we've had." "Ah, you feel it. I've got acclim'tized." He undressed rapidly, and lighting the briar pipe which he had not cared to smoke in the genteel society at the theater, he lay on the outside of the bed. "Better now, old girl?" "Yes. I'm all right, Will. Dear old boy--I'm all right."