There is no hope for you--unless I show you the way out.' 'Miss Manisty!--you oughtn't to be here,' said Lucy, raising herself higher in bed and trying to speak with absolute self-command.

'Won't you go back to bed--won't you let me take you ?' And she made a movement.

Instantly a hand was put out.

It seized her arm first gently, then irresistibly.
'Don't, don't do that,' said the voice.

'It makes me angry--and--that hurts.' Alice Manisty raised her other hand to her head, with a strange piteous gesture.