"You are not to have the toothache to-morrow, or pretend to be lame," said Adelaide.
"Not another hiss, Adder. En avant!"
We passed down Norfolk Street, now dark and silent, and reached our house. A light was burning in a room in the third story, and a window was open. Desmond sat by it, his arms folded across his chest, smoking, and contemplating some object beyond our view. Ann derisively apostrophized him, under her breath, while Ben unlocked the court gate and went in after Rash, who came out quietly, and we proceeded. In looking behind me, I stumbled.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "Are you afraid?"
"Yes."
"Of what?"
"The Prince of Darkness."
"The devil lives a little behind us."
"In you, too, then?"
"In Rash. Look at him; he is bigger than Faust's dog, jumps higher, and is blacker. You can't hear the least sound from him as he gambols with his familiar."