Narcissa turned in her chair to watch him as he continued to undress. If there had been the slightest doubt in her mind that he was keeping anything from her, that flew out the window. He wasn't exactly lying, but she knew for certain he was hiding something, or perhaps keeping multiple secrets from her. It hurt, but it also was insulting. Did he believe her to be a fool? She knew him better than anyone else, or at least, she thought she did. That thought hurt worse than anything else right now. Not only was he hiding something, but he was trying to usher her off to bed to avoid it further.
Finally, she stood and removed the soft robe she had draped around her shoulders, laying it on the back of the chair she'd just been sitting in. It left her in her silk nightgown, but she had no intent of seducing her husband with it tonight. "Are you truly concerned with troubling me, my darling?" She asked. "If that worries you, then perhaps you ought to address what is most troubling me right now. You have been 'kept out' several nights, and I've no idea what exactly is keeping you."