“You will understand, won't you?” she asked simply.
“And no questions asked,” he said from the doorway. Still she held back, her gaze going involuntarily to the glasses on the table. He interpreted the look of inquiry. “There were two of us. The doctor was here picking out the shot, that 's all. He 's gone. It's all right. Wait here and I'll get a light.” The flame in her lantern suddenly ended its feeble life.
She stood inside his doorway and heard him shuffle across the floor in search of the lamps.
“Dark as Egypt, eh?” he called out from the opposite side of the room.
“Not as dark as the forest, Mr. Shaw.”
“Good heavens, what a time you must have had. All alone, were you?”
“Of course. I was not eloping.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“Where were you sitting when I came up?”
“Here—in the dark. I was waiting for the storm to come and dozed away, I daresay. I love a storm, don't you?”