She trembled.

Some old quiver of the dead days swept through her.

How distant and how--bad it all was! For one instant the old thrill repeated itself and then was gone--for ever.
"What is it you wish here ?" she asked.
"Will you not shut the door ?" he responded, for her fingers were on the handle.

"I cannot speak with the night looking in.

Won't you ask me to your sitting-room?
I'm not a robber or a rogue." Slowly she closed the door.