"Hush!" said I.
She leaned forward over the side of the window and peered into the darkness.
"You!" she whispered in a tone of wonderment, and again with a shiver of repulsion; "you!"
"Let me in!" said I.
She made a movement as if to close the window.
"You close the window on your hopes," I said. "Let me in!"
"You bring news of—of Anthony?" she asked, with a catch in her voice.
"The smallest budget," said I, "but a promise of more;" and as she, undecided, still leaned on the sill, "If I am captured here to-night, there will be no news at all."
"Captured?" she began, and breaking off hurriedly came down the stairs and opened the door.
I followed her up into the room and drew the curtains across the window. She stood by the table in the full light of the lamp, her eyelids red, her eyes lustreless, her face worn; the very gloss seemed to have faded off her hair.