"I won't forget, chummy; you can feel quite sure about it."
"Thanks, Sophie. I'm so tired."
The rain was falling still. She heard it blowing against the panes, and lay listening to it, wondering if it would keep him away. Then her thoughts drifted; and she slept.
When Kincaid returned he took Sophie's place, and sat watching till the figure stirred. The eyes opened at him vaguely.
"I've been asleep?"
"Yes."
"Is it very late?"
"It's about three, I think.... Just three."
"Ah!" she said with relief.
She closed her eyes again, and there was a long pause. He covered her nerveless hand with his own.