"Didn't you know I was here?"
"Yes; but I hope you don't think that I need watching?"
"I was within call." "So you would have been if sleeping. I could have blown the great tin horn if it had been necessary to waken you, and you had remained undisturbed by other means."
"Oh, well, then, if it made no difference to you, I'll merely say I'm a night editor, and kept awake from habit."
"I didn't say it made no difference to me," she answered. "You ought to have known better than to have made that speech."
"Miss Warren," I urged anxiously, "you look white as a ghost in this mingling of moonlight and morning. When will you rest?"
"When the mind and heart are at rest a tired body counts for little. So you're not afraid of ghosts?"
I looked at her intently as I replied: "No, I would like to be haunted all my life."
It was not wholly the reflection of the dawn that tinged the pallor of her face as I spoke these words.
After a moment's hesitation she apparently dismissed a thought, and maintained her old frank manner.