He stopped at the threshold and the two looked at each other.
"I thought you wouldn't come as long as you believed I was up," said Crailey, "so I blew out the light.

I'm sorry I kept you outside so long." "Crailey, I'm going away to-morrow," the other began.

"I am to go over and see the Governor and offer him this company, and to-night I need sleep, so please--" "No," interrupted Crailey quietly, "I want to know what you're going to do." "To do about what ?" "About me." "Oh!" Tom's eyes fell at once from his friend's face and rested upon the floor.

Slowly he walked to the desk and stood in embarrassed contemplation of the littered books and papers, while the other waited.
"I think it's best for you to tell me," said Crailey.
"You think so ?" Tom's embarrassment increased visibly, and there was mingled with it an odd appearance of apprehension, probably to relieve which he very deliberately took two long cheroots from his pocket, laid one on the desk for Crailey and lit the other himself, with extreme carefulness, at the candle.

After this ceremonial he dragged a chair to the window, tilted back in it with his feet on the low sill, his back to the thin light and his friend, and said in a slow, gentle tone: "Well, Crailey ?" "I suppose you mean that I ought to offer my explanation first," said the other, still standing.