Again he glanced at her.

It seemed like an agreement.

She bent over the cards, coughing, to clear her throat.
"Well, I'm glad you've finished," said Mrs.Radford.

"Here, take your things"-- she thrust the warm suit in his hand--"and this is your candle.
Your room's over this; there's only two, so you can't go far wrong.
Well, good-night.

I hope you'll rest well." "I'm sure I shall; I always do," he said.
"Yes; and so you ought at your age," she replied.
He bade good-night to Clara, and went.