Hastily she did up the massive and shining coils, hastily donned a wrapper, and with the rushlight in her hand, stole into the hall.

Below stairs she heard the clock ticking the deliberate seconds, and Frank jingling with the decanters in the dining-room.

Aversion rose in her, bitter and momentary.

"Nesty, tippling puggy!" she thought; and the next moment she had knocked guardedly at Archie's door and was bidden enter.
Archie had been looking out into the ancient blackness, pierced here and there with a rayless star; taking the sweet air of the moors and the night into his bosom deeply; seeking, perhaps finding, peace after the manner of the unhappy.

He turned round as she came in, and showed her a pale face against the window-frame.
"Is that you, Kirstie ?" he asked.