"And what would the others say?"
"Must they know?"
"How could they help knowing?"
"If you told them all good night and went to your room and changed your slippers, and came out later, and I met you—"
It was a very elaborate conspiracy for him, and she gasped:
"Do you think I'm quite mad?"
"I know I am, or it seems that I'll go mad unless I can be with you in this wonderful light."
"It is wonderful, but—even if I were crazy enough to do as you say you would spoil it all—you wouldn't be good."
"Oh yes, I would. I promise."
"Solemnly?"