To involve her still deeper would be heartless.

I could not do it, at least not without full confession.
I rapped at the door twice before there was any movement within.

Then her voice asked who was there, and at my answer she came out fully dressed, fronting me with questioning eyes.
"The night has rested you," I said smilingly, my heart beating in swift appreciation of her beauty.

"Are you ready for breakfast ?" "For anything to escape the loneliness of that room," she replied seriously.

"If I really look rested, it is not from sleep for I have passed the night in terror." She held out her hands as though seeking to assure herself of my real presence.