"How is he changed? You know I have never seen his face before."
"You do not see it now. He has gone out of it. All that was Marr as I knew him has utterly gone. Death has driven it away and left something quite different. Let us go."
Julian got up. Valentine took up the candle from its place beside the curling-pins and lifted his hand to the gas-chandelier. He had turned out one of the burners, and was just going to turn out the two others when Julian checked him.
"No; leave them. Let the landlord put them out. Leave him in the light."
They went out of the room, treading softly. A little way up the staircase that led from the landing to the upper parts of the house a light flickered down to them, and they perceived the pale face of the housemaid diligently regarding them. Julian beckoned to her.
"You showed the gentleman—the gentleman who is dead—to his room last night?"
"Yes, sir. Oh, sir, I can't believe he's really gone so sudden like."
"Then you saw the lady with him?"
"Yes, of course. Oh—"
"Hush! What was she like?"