She did not open it.

Then she looked about her again.
It would be the easy way--if only she dared! It would be an easier way than trying again to tell her lover what she would have told him to-night, had he only been willing to listen.
She stood and listened, with parted lips.

It seemed to her that even in this lighted room people, unseen people, breathed about her.

Then, with a little sob in her throat, she ran to the window and shot back the bolt.
She undressed hurriedly, placed a candle by her bedside and turned out the electric lights.

As soon as she was in bed she blew out the candle.
She lay in the darkness, shivering with fear, regretting what she had done.