"And shall you stay long?"
"Several months. I am here for some special courses, and for hospital work."
"Then we shall see you often."
"You can count on that. Here are the stairs and I see a glimmer of light on the next floor. We'll follow it up and probably will find your candle."
They stumbled up the winding stairs which grew lighter as they mounted. At the top they found a night lamp on a table and a row of candles set in line. Each candlestick bore a slip of paper. The pair examined these gravely. "Zimmer ten, Pension Bauer," read Nan. "I suppose that must be mine. Ours is the next flight up. We are on the second floor, or what they call second over here; we would say third."
"I'll go up with you to keep off the bugaboos," said the doctor taking the lighted candle from her hand and following her up.
At the head of the stairs Nan turned. "How will you get out?" she asked. "I am sure the front door shut with a spring lock. I will go back with you."
"Then I'll have to see you to your door again."
"And we might keep that up indefinitely." They both laughed softly.