"A man needs to be," he shivered. "Good heavens, Mrs. Yates, how you look!"
"Never mind that," she answered. "Go, both of you, and do your best to keep that crowd of demons occupied."
"They are mighty good-natured with us," said Tom. "That idea of yours, Sybil, of giving them the liquor, has set us up wonderfully; hark! they're cheering Phil now."
Sybil flung up the window, and leaned over the sill, as shout after shout arose like the yelling of fiends.
Dickinson pulled her hastily back.
"Don't let them see you—no woman would be safe! I have told everybody you had gone down to Featherstone's."
"No, keep yourself close, Sybil," said Yates.
"Do not fear for me; go down stairs, both of you. I want to be alone."
"What time do you think—"
It was Dickinson who began to speak; she checked the broken utterance with a look.