All I want is to feel that you are near me." She laid both hands on Gerty's shoulders, with a smile that was like sunrise on a sea strewn with wreckage.
"I can't leave you, Lily.

Come and lie on my bed.

Your hands are frozen--you must undress and be made warm." Gerty paused with sudden compunction.

"But Mrs.Peniston--it's past midnight! What will she think ?" "She goes to bed.

I have a latch-key.