Good-night!" There were a few whispered words, a laugh from Ida, and a "Good-night, Miss Walker," out of the darkness.

Clara took her sister's hand, and they passed together through the long folding window.

The Doctor had gone into his study, and the dining-room was empty.

A single small red lamp upon the sideboard was reflected tenfold by the plate about it and the mahogany beneath it, though its single wick cast but a feeble light into the large, dimly shadowed room.

Ida danced off to the big central lamp, but Clara put her hand upon her arm.