Harry rose from his chair, and drew a breath.
"Good night, sir," he said, and walked to the door.
The servants had long since gone to bed; and, as Harry opened the door, the hall gaped black like the mouth of night.

For a second or two the boy hesitated upon the threshold, and seemed almost to shrink back into the lighted room as though in that dark void peril awaited him.

And peril did--the peril of his thoughts.
He stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him.

The decanter was sent again upon its rounds; there was a popping of soda-water bottles; the talk revolved again in its accustomed groove.

Harry was in an instant forgotten by all but Sutch.