"I'll help them!" Diavolo exclaimed.
"Will you?" said Angelica. "That's right! Shake hands!"
Having solemnly ratified the compact, Angelica boldly asserted that all the manly men were helping women now, including Uncle Dawne and Dr. Galbraith.
Then she thought she would go to bed. Of course she had flung the door wide open when she entered, and left it so, and happening to glance toward it now, it seemed to her that there was a horrible peculiar kind of pitchy black darkness streaming in.
"O Diavolo!" she exclaimed, "I'm frightened! I daren't go alone!"
"You frightened!" he jeered, "after dancing home alone in tip dark, through the pine woods too!"
"There were only birds, beasts, and bogies there—pleasant creatures," she said. "But here, behind those rows and rows of closed doors, there will be ghosts of tortured women, and I shall hear them shriek!"
Her terror communicated itself to Diavolo's quick imagination, and he glanced toward the door apprehensively. Then he deliberately arose, put on his dressing gown and slippers, and lit a candle, by which time his face was steadily set. "Come," he said. "I'll see you safely to your room."
"Diavolo, you're a real gentleman!" Angelica protested, "for I know you're in as big a fright as I am."
Diavolo drew himself up and led the way.