"Good-night," they answered; and for a moment after the door closed, stood staring at it as though hypnotized.
Then the girl stepped to the window and pulled together the curtains of white cotton. As she turned back into the room, Stewart saw that her face was livid.
His eyes asked the question which he did not dare speak aloud.
She drew him back into the corner and put her lips close against his ear.
"There is a guard outside," she whispered. "We must be very careful. We are prisoners still."
As Stewart stood staring, she took off her hat and tossed it on a chair.
"How tired I am!" she said, yawning heavily, and turning back to the window, she began to take down her hair.