'Why don't you go yourself?' she answered, starting up into a sitting position.
'How am I to go? You don't want me to catch my death at the front door?'
Ralph replied angrily.
Kate did not answer, but quickly tying a petticoat about her, and wrapping herself in her dressing-gown, she went downstairs. It was quite dark, and she had to feel her way along the passage. But at last she found and pulled back the latch, and when the white gleam of moonlight entered she retreated timidly behind the door.
'I'm so sorry,' said Dick, trying to see who the concealed figure was, 'but
I forgot my latchkey.'
'It doesn't matter,' said Kate.
'Oh, it's you, dear. I've been trying to get home all day to see you, but couldn't. Why didn't you come down to the theatre?'
'You know that I can't do as I like.'
'Well, never mind; don't be cross; give me a kiss.'
Kate shrunk back, but Dick took her in his arms. 'You were in bed, then?' he said, chuckling.
'Yes, but you must let me go.'