"Well, and then?"
"Well, along about half-past twelve—it was awful hot and lonesome, and—and—"
"And you began to get sleepy! It seems that at least the house-staff was able to sleep that night!"
"Well," said Joe, "I guess anybody'd get sleepy, been sittin' there for four hours in that heat! Anyhow, it seemed like I'd just closed my eyes, when they came open all of a sudden and I was looking at the front door. And there, all in white—'Great Scott!' I says to myself, 'there's Miss Hope!' I don't know why it seemed so awful queer to me, unless because I wasn't really but half-awake."
"'Great Scott!' I says to myself, 'there's Miss Hope!'"
It is not too much to say that a shudder traversed the court. Christina, white as death, and her eyes black and strained with horror, leaned toward him in an agony.