She stooped over it.

He was panting till he could take her in his arms again.
"I can't see," she said.
"Then don't bother." "Yes; I'm going!" she said, turning away.
"Wait! I'll look!" But he could not see.

"I'll strike a match." He secretly hoped it was too late to catch the train.

She saw the glowing lantern of his hands as he cradled the light: then his face lit up, his eyes fixed on the watch.

Instantly all was dark again.