"You've earned the right to give the orders," he said.
He felt his way to the writing-table and lighted the lamp.
"You know," he said, "that there are many men near here—that they can trap us in this house?"
"I don't think," she answered, "that they will come to this house again."
He turned to her.
"Nora! What is it? Even after all I've seen I can't be sure. The furnaces? They are two miles away."
She shook her head.
"Not the furnaces, Jim. Come with me and I will show you."
She led him to an unlighted room across the hall and flung back the curtains.
The glare of a conflagration, far vaster than that which had threatened them in the conservatory, flashed in their eyes and lighted the neighborhood with a brilliancy fiercer than noonday.