She nestled close to him. They reached the office, and he fumbled about for the matches.
"Where are we, Dick?"
He hesitated a moment, and answered gently, "In the office where your father used to work."
"Father?" she sighed. "Dick, what do you see when you are in the dark?"
"Darkness."
"I see more than that."
"Do you see anything now?" he asked, still groping for the matches.
"I see father. There he stands. He looks so white and thin, and he's holding out his arms to me to save him."
"From what? Ah, here they are at last." He struck a match, and lighted a candle.
"I don't know from what, but I'm going to. Now he's gone. No, no! He's there, he's there! Father, father!"