He turns away from her and hears the door shut. He wants to turn off the light and go to sleep and be all high and mighty and be mad at her. But then he remembers Jane. Jane whom he actually did invite into his room. When he knew that Cora was sick. He hadn't known how sick then, but he knew that she was unwell. And he kissed Jane. Three times. And he wanted to take her to bed. If Bates hadn't interrupted them, he would have taken her to bed. He would have let her take Cora's place. Maybe only for a night, but he would have let her do that, he invited her to do that.

So he gets up and goes into his wife's room. She is sitting on her bed, looking at him expectantly.

"You knew I'd come."

"Yes."

"Well then," he says, gets into bed, turns his back towards her and switches off the light. She doesn't move however. She expects him to say or maybe even do something, but he can't. She may have been right about him letting a flirtation get out of hand, but she cannot expect him to forgive her. Not that easily.

"Robert?"

"What?" he grumbles.

"This can't be it." Her voice sounds as if she was suppressing tears and is driving him mad. And then he realizes that she sounded exactly like that when she told him that Bricker was mistaken in thinking that he could take the position of, if not of Cora's husband then at least that of her lover. But why would she cry about something like that?

"What do you want? I came back in here. Let me sleep." He hears her sigh and he knows that she is weighing what to say next. He wishes she wouldn't say anything at all. And then she doesn't. She too switches off her light and turns away from him. And it disappoints him. And then he hears her cry. She tries to hide it, but he knows her so well, has spent so many nights next to her, that he recognizes the fast breathing and the shaking of her shoulders. His instincts tell him to turn around and pull her close to him and tell her that he loves her. But his pride tells him to ignore her. So in the end he compromises by yelling at her.

"Cora, honestly, what did you expect? For me to come back in here and make love to you? How can I do that when I don't even know whether you still love me?" She cries even more now and that scares him. What if she really does not love him anymore? So he turns on the light and looks at her although all he sees is the back of her head.

"Cora, say something!" He knows he shouted and he hopes that Edith doesn't show up again. She does not need to be troubled even more than she already is.

"Don't yell like that."

"Sorry." She turns at that word and looks at him.

"For what?"

"Yelling like that. If the children heard us"

"The children, Robert, are grown up. And don't think that they don't know that things between us have gone down the drain. Mary and Tom have both been married and you said yourself that Edith and Gregson must have loved each other very much." She has fully turned around now and they are facing each other. For the first time in months, they are actually looking into each other's eyes.

"None of them have loved someone long enough to understand what is going on between us." Cora smiles a very faint smile at him now and then touches his cheek. Only very briefly but it costs him all he has got to not grab her hand and hold in place.

"Robert, shouldn't that teach us to count our lucky stars?"

"Maybe," he says and turns around. He can't talk to her about this. He just can't. He switches off the light again and remains still. He doesn't move when he feels Cora moving closer to him and putting an arm around him.

"Goodnight, darling," she whispers and it drives him to tears.