"Give me a kiss, will you?" asked the woman.
"Why, of course I will," said Millie. She kissed her on the lips.
"Don't you go out alone at night like that," said the woman. "It isn't safe."
"No, I won't," said Millie.
She let herself in. The sitting-room was just as it had been, very quiet, so terribly quiet.
She had no thought but that she must not be alone. She opened Mary's door. She went in. Mary's soft breathing came to her like the voice of the room.
She took a chair and sat down and stared at the bed. . . . The Marylebone Church struck half-past seven and woke Mary. She looked up, staring, then in the dim light saw Millie sitting there.
"Why, Millie! You! All dressed. . . . Good heavens, what's the matter!"
She sprang out of bed.
"Why, you haven't even taken off your hat! Millie darling, what is it?"