In a trice she was leaning out.
Below in the darkness stood Kenneth MacNair.
"'Oh, Kenneth, did you get my letter?
And is it safe for you to be here ?' "'Safe enough.

Your father is in bed.

I've waited two hours down the road for his light to go out, and an extra half-hour to put him to sleep.

The horses are there.

Slip down and out, Ursula.