"It's the powder!" she exclaimed.
He nodded. "You'll have a good night's rest. You need it!"
"Such foolishness!" She got up, resting one hand on the lid of the desk, and looked about her. "I have to—put out—my lights——"
"I'll put them out," he said impatiently.
She waited. "Isn't there something else—I ought—to do—something I need to—?" She looked at him appealingly, and he took her hand.
"You need some one to take care of you—that's what you need!" He said it almost gently and he led her to the door.
"Sure you can go by yourself?" he said.
It was half mocking and half tender; and he watched until the quiet-moving figure disappeared in the distance of the long corridor.
Then he put out Aunt Jane's lights and went home.