“I cannot! My God! I cannot!”
The words brought Jane to the door.
“Martin!” she called.
There was no answer and, turning the knob timidly, she came in.
“Oh!” she ejaculated. “How you 281 frightened me! I didn’t know there was anybody here. Don’t you want a light?”
“No.”
“Has—has Mr. Benton gone?”
“Yes.”
“That’s good. Supper’s ready.”
“I don’t want anything.”