“Go and wash them at once, and I’ll put on a dressing.”
Blake glowed with frank pleasure, yet shook his head.
“No, thank you, Miss Jenny. You needn’t bother. They’ll do all right.”
“You must! It would please me.”
“Why, then, of course– But first, I want to make sure you understand fastening the door. Try the bars yourself.”
She obeyed, sliding the bars in and out until he nodded his satisfaction.
“Good!” he said. “Now promise me you’ll slide ’em fast every night.”
“If you ask it. But why?”
“I want to make perfectly safe.”
“Safe? But am I not secure with–”