“There’s no use my pretending I’m not surprised and worried,” he said; “I don’t know how that cloth got here. Do you?”
“It was sent.”
“How?”
She shook her head and gave him a grave, confused look.
“There are ways. You could not understand.... This is going to be a sleepless night for us.”
“You can go to bed, Tressa. I’ll sit up and read and keep an eye on that door.”
“I can’t let you remain alone here. I’m afraid to do that.”
He gave a laugh, not quite pleasant, as he suddenly comprehended that the girl now considered their rôles to be reversed.
“Are you planning to sit up in order to protect me?” he asked, grimly amused.
“Do you mind?”