I should think a wounded man would be asleep at this hour, if he could." She gave him a glance full of venom.
"What does it matter ?" she said.
Dick refused to be insulted.
"Let me take the tray for you," he said, "at least to the door.

Your father need not know that my hands have touched it." She shrank back and her eyes blazed.
"Let us alone!" she exclaimed.

"Go back to your room! Isn't it sufficient that this house shelters you ?" She seemed to Dick to show a heat and hate out of all proportion to the occasion, but he did not repeat the offer.
"I meant well," he said, "but, since you do not care for my help, I'll return to my room and go to sleep.

Believe me, I'm sincere when I say I hope your father will recover quickly from his wound." "He will," she replied briefly.
Dick bowed with politeness and turned toward his own room.

Nevertheless his curiosity did not keep him from standing a moment or two in the dark against the wall and looking back at the woman who bore the tray.
He drew a long breath of astonishment when he saw her pass Colonel Woodville's door, and hurry forward now with footsteps that made no sound.
The suspicion which had lain deep in his mind sprang at once into life.
Keeping close to the wall, he followed swiftly and saw her disappear up a stairway.