'Shall I light a candle?' Julia asked before leaving.
'No, thank you.'
'Shall I send you up some soup?'
'No; I could not touch it.'
'You are not going to remain in the dark? Let me light a night-light?'
'No, thank you; I like the dark.'
XVIII
Hubert and Mrs. Bentley stood by the chimney-piece in the drawing-room, waiting for the doctor; they had left him with Emily, and stood facing each other absorbed in thought, when the door opened, and the doctor entered. Hubert said—