'Karl,' she went on, turning her face towards the more sullen but less intent countenance of her brother, 'open the door and let this gentleman pass.

He finds the house unsafe in such a gale and desires to leave it.

At once!' she continued as her brother settled himself more determinedly against the lock: 'I don't often ask favors.' "'The man is a fool that wants to go out in a night like this,' quoth the fellow with a dogged move; 'and so are you to encourage it.

I think too much of your health to allow it.' "She did not seem to hear.

'Will you open the door ?' she went on, not advancing a step from the fire, before which she had placed herself and me.' "'No, I won't,' was the brutal reply.