“In the small hours she whispered to him the whole story of how he had walked in his sleep with her in his arms across the Froom stream, at the imminent risk of both their lives, and laid her down in the stone coffin at the ruined abbey. He had never known of that till now.
«Why didn't you tell me next day?» he said. «It might have prevented much misunderstanding and woe.» «Don't think of what's past!» said she. «I am not going to think outside of now. Why should we!
Who knows what to-morrow has in store?»
But it apparently had no sorrow. The morning was wet and foggy, and Clare, rightly informed that the caretaker only opened the windows on fine days, ventured to creep out of their chamber and explore the house, leaving Tess asleep.”