The moonlight came palely in at the single window. Without hesitation she had followed him. He lit the candle by his bed.
"I want to leave you my address," she said. "I think he'll be all right now, but if he should be worse don't leave him; send some one to this address—send a fiacre."
She scribbled on the piece of paper, and laid it by the candle.
"Do you think I ought to sit up with him?" Gano asked, watching her intently.
"No need to sit up; you can sleep on the sofa, can't you, or—"
"Or on the floor?" he asked, smiling a little at her matter-of-factness.
"Or on the floor," she repeated quietly. "Good-night."
She went out.
"Sha'n't I get you a cab?"
"No; I shall walk. Good-night;" and she was gone.