"Something'll have to be done; if they won't help us, we'll have to help ourselves."
"Hugh!" There was alarm in her tone. He looked up quickly. "Hugh, what are you thinking of?"
"Oh—nothing. But I've got to think of something."
She came nearer, intuitively alarmed and pleading. "Hugh, you wouldn't leave me here alone?"
"What nonsense!"
"Promise me you won't."
"Don't be afraid," he said evasively. "I'll be here—as always—when you wake up."
She drew a deep breath, stepped back without removing her gaze from his face, then with a gesture of helplessness took up her lamp.
"Good night, Hugh."
"Good night," he replied, casting about for his own lamp.