"May I ask you a question ?" she said, abruptly.
"A hundred questions," cried Grace, "if you like." She looked at the expiring fire, and at the dimly visible figure of her companion seated in the obscurest corner of the room.

"That wretched candle hardly gives any light," she said, impatiently.

"It won't last much longer.

Can't we make the place more cheerful?
Come out of your corner.

Call for more wood and more lights." Mercy remained in her corner and shook her head.