“Why don’t you put the candle out?”
I looked at her furtively. Her face seemed to me carved in stone, it was so rigid, so expressionless. She lay away from me at the extreme edge of the bed, sideways, with her hands toward me.
“Why don’t you?” she repeated, with her blue eyes on me.
“I don’t feel sleepy,” I answered slowly.
“You never will while there is a light in the room,” she said.
“You wish me to put it out?”
“Yes. How odd you are to-night, Ronald! Is anything the matter?”
“No,” I answered; and I blew the light out.
How ghastly the darkness was!
I believed she meant to smother me in my sleep. I knew it. I determined to keep awake.