“Be sure he does not waken,� he said.
“Never fear! I’ll see to that,� she called after him.
Poor Alice Cramer had not spoken since the drama began. She was frightened, yet glad in her secret heart. She feared this man so much, it was a satisfaction to see him harmless and sleeping, and Mark would be home before the night was over.
“Ah, Mrs. Cramer,� cried Tibby, “just pay no attention to him. I’ll make him go and lay in the corner, if he is in your way.�
“Oh, no!� cried Alice, frightened at her daring. “Let him remain where he is. You’re sure you can bring him out when you please?�
“Yes, indeed!�
Alice stepped about softly, as if in fear she would wake him, while she arranged the furniture in the room.
“I am sorry he arranged for a seance here to-night,� she whispered. “Mark will be angry.�
“But he isn’t to have one. Don’t you see. It’s I that will have the seance, and he is to dance at it. Oh, you wicked man, I have heard enough about you! Are you not wicked? Answer me!�
“Yes, I am wicked,� came from the lips of the slumberer.