“It is almost midnight.”
“There is no time to lose. We must make our plans. Sit here beside me,” and she sat down in one corner against the wall. “We must not waste our candle,” she added. “Bring it with you, and we will blow it out until we need it again.”
Stewart sat down beside her, placed the candle on the floor and leaned forward and blew it out.
For a moment they sat so, quite still, then Stewart felt a hand touch his. He seized it and held it close.
“I am very unhappy, my friend,” she said, softly, “to have involved you in all this.”
“Why, I am having the time of my life!” Stewart protested.
“If I had foreseen what was to happen,” she went on, “I should never have asked you to assist me. I would have found some other way.”
“The deuce you would! Then I’m glad you didn’t foresee it.”
“It is good of you to say so; but you must not involve yourself further.”
“What do you mean by that?”