He meant to play with that kitty.
And play with her he did.

At least, after he disappeared down the archway by the fireplace he did not come out again.

Only Down reappeared and seated herself at the entrance, her ears cocked, her eyes fixed on the window.
For something very funny had happened there, which, though the flicker of the fire had died down, she could see with her cat's eyes.
A lad had slipped in, carrying the end of a rope, to which was attached a network bag.

And now, since it was dark, he was striking a light.

A feeble little glimmer, but sufficient to show the two sleeping nurses and the comfy little nest of quilts between them.