As the weeks had gone by Dowie had even secretly grieved a little at her seeming unconsciousness of certain tender things.

If she had only looked at it a little longer.
* * * * * "Was there a sound of movement in the next room ?" The thought awakened Dowie in the night.

She did not know what the hour was, but she was sure of the sound as soon as she was fully awake.

Robin had got up and was crossing the corridor to the Tower room.
"Does she want something?
What could she want?
I must go to her." She must never quite lose sight of her or let her be entirely out of hearing.

Perhaps she was walking in her sleep.