"I have come for a brief word with you--then I shall go." I could think of nothing to say.

I stood gaping like a schoolboy.
"My word," the woman went on, "is in the nature of advice.

We do not always like those who give us advice.

None the less, I trust that you will listen." I found my tongue then.
"I am listening," I said stupidly.

"But first--a light--" And I moved toward the matches on the mantelpiece.
Quickly the woman rose and faced me.