“Let me?”
III
They had reentered the room, fastening the window securely behind them. When that was done, they had drawn the curtains across the panes. She had flung herself into a chair beside the fire and was waiting impatiently for him to join her. But he hovered in the center of the room, fingering his watch and looking troubled.
“What's delaying you?” she asked without turning.
He slipped his watch into his pocket. “I had no idea it was so late.”
“Does that matter? Till morning there are no trains.”
“I was thinking of hotels.”
“They'll be shut.”
“Precisely. So what am I——?”
“Stay with me,” she said lazily.