"They'll be asleep by this time, won't they?"
"Fast asleep."
The footsteps came again, approaching the door. They paused outside it a moment and turned back.
"Do you hear that?" said Kitty. "It's Wilfrid Marston walking up and down. He wants to get hold of me. I think he's mad about me. He asked me to marry him just now, and I wouldn't. He thinks I didn't mean it, and he's coming back for his answer. But I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I shall go out quietly by the window and slip away, and he won't find me. I want you to be here when he comes, and tell him that he can't see me. Would you mind doing that?"
"No."
"You'll stay here all the time, and you won't let him go out and look for me?"
"Yes."
Kitty listened again for the footsteps.
"He's still there," she whispered.
"And you'll go to bed, Kitty?"