"I will ring my bell," said Sir George Repington.
The two old friends took each a candle, and went upstairs to bed. From the corridor casement they looked out.
"What a laugh she had," says Sir George. A gust of wind extinguished his candle, and he shuddered.
"That is the way I shall go out."
"That is the way we shall all go out," said Mr. Ripple.
"And nothing afterwards?"
"Darkness."
"And nothing else?"
"Perhaps a hand in the darkness."