My God, don't you suppose I knew you needed me!" "It would have been too late!" she said, in her dead voice.

"It's too late, already!" "Then you don't care ?" he demanded, almost brokenly.
"I'll never complain, or whine, again!" she answered with dreary listlessness.
"Then why _are_ you in this room ?" "_I mean that I've given up myself_.

I'm in it, now, as deep as you! I couldn't fight it back any longer--it _had_ to come!" "But why, and how! Why don't you explain ?" He could feel her groping away from him in the darkness.
"Wait," she whispered.
"But why should I wait ?" he demanded.
"Listen! That second room door is still unlocked, and there's danger enough here, without inviting it." He groped after her into the bedroom.

He could hear the gentle scrape of the key and the muffled sound of the lock as she turned it, followed by the cautious slide of the brass bolt, lower on the door.

He waited for her, standing at the foot of the bed.