Chapter 8 of the Without a Summer draft is up.

Vincent had come to bed sometime long after Jane had fallen asleep. When she awoke, he was seated in his nightshirt on the windowseat, with one leg drawn up and his elbow propped upon his knee. He abandoned this pensive stance and greeted her with admirable aplomb. By mutual agreement they did not speak of his upset of the day previous. Still, she saw it in his silence on the way to the Stratton house and in the way that he applied himself to their work.