"Have I? I've been tired, I suppose, from want of sleep. I have not been in bed for some nights. I have been, watching."
"Watching! Where?"
"In the corridor at home."
Georgina looked at him in surprise. "What were you watching for?"
"Oh--for ghosts."
"Please be serious. Do tell me what you mean. I don't understand you in the least."
"It is so pleasant to share a secret that I think I must tell it you, Georgina. You remember your nightmare?"
"My nightmare? Oh yes, when I fancied some one came into my room. Well?"
"Well--I thought it just possible, that instead of a nightmare it might have been reality. That Mrs. Carleton, in her restlessness, had wandered out of her room. It was not an agreeable thought, so I have watched every night since, lest there should be a repetition of it."
Georgina was as quick as lightning at catching an idea. "You were afraid for me! You watched to take care of me!"