Her voice was a whisper—"No, Roddy—no—not—not——"
"Yes," he said firmly.
"No, not to-night."
"Yes—to-night—now."
He walked carefully across the room, took off his dressing-gown, and hung it over a chair. He looked about the room.
"Too much light"—he said and, going to the door, switched off all the lights save the one above the bed.
CHAPTER XII
LIZZIE'S JOURNEY—III
"Exile of immortality, strongly wise,
Strain through the dark with undesirous eyes,
To what may be beyond it. Sets your star,
O heart, for ever? Yet behind the night,
Waits for the great unborn, somewhere afar,
Some white tremendous daybreak."